I’m from rushed hospital visits.

And from answered prayers for mistakes.

I am from falling and getting staples in my head, a brother with stitches in his leg.

And I’m from a sister who brought us together when she needed stitches in her heart.

I am from a father tearing into his leg when he took the guard off a chainsaw,

but a 70 year old carrying a chainsaw 40 feet off the ground.

I am from pets out in the yard with the wild,

and from animals in the living room.

I am from a humble house and values,

But from an oversized school and family.

I am from missing places I haven’t been,

and from leaving behind where I’ve been.

I am from fishing with my dad,

From bigger fish than my bigger brother.

I am from driving five hours to sit in the woods.

From not knowing where I am, but feeling at home in the unknown.

I am from nights by the fire, and leaving the city to see the stars.
I am from longing for the peace and quiet and the fresh air of the outdoors.