I am from moss covered skin and trees taller than buildings

The sky a heavy blanket of gray silence

I am from the damp bone chill of winter

The loop around seward park and driving to the airport in the dark

I am from frozen pizza and edamame

The tops of climbable-evergreen trees

I am from the art soom, from sticky fingers and little flecks of paper

Melty-beads and pipe cleaners, watercolor and crayon

I am from sunshine coated nightly telephone conversations with my father

I am from long walks night, day, rain, sun, cold, and hot

I am from telescopes and watching nasa live streams

A young astronaut, eyes wide open