I’m From the Adventures


I’m from “clean” dishwashers,

From dirty recycling bins to picking up my floor

(Which is impossible; I’ve tried)

I’m from splashing on the sandy beaches of Spain,

From ancient castles in England,

From Star Wars and Grandma’s backyard.



I’m from crispy Crumble dessert, made with peaches, berries, and apricots,

I’m from Linden and Gordon,

I’m from my kindergarten teacher’s “be louder” and “quiet down”

From the watchful “Dame la mano” and the warning “Are you causing problems?”

I’m from “Did you win?” and “Did you hear me cheering?”

As I sit in the car with mud on my jersey,

A wet ball on my lap.



I’m from Cristel and Glenn,

From lakage to slimy but yummy fish on Smorgasbord

I’m from stories of bunny tail poems,

From angry mockingbirds who don’t like my dad

I’m from dusty, old photo albums in a cupboard beneath the television

Full of people, places, and memories

People and faces my family knew

That I have never met.


I am from these moments.

A soft petal from a peach – colored rose

Falling from a bushy green rosebush

On a windswept path.

There is no sound

As I silently flutter to the ground.