2023/Brayden -25392

I began from the desert, the dust, as salt of the earth,

Stretched as tall as Redwood trees but rootless and without refrain.

I was uprooted, unbalanced, and still this I remain;

Yet now the road I travel, I question in girth and wonder of my worth.

I am from the sea, the woods, and the mountainside,

Colored copper and glistening under moonlight pale.

Although the Archer in tremendous might can draw his bow even so frail,

Why might I in no place confide and wonder where I truly reside.

From here to there, I have traveled everywhere,

Across states, or even some countries to reach others far.

But unsure of which place was my origin and fear of losing sight of a guiding star,

How can I know or even dare, to venture whether I possibly came from nowhere.

I am from a sea of chemicals, my mother once of this profession,

Sodium Chloride among the sea of sand, like a pebble on a beach.

This sand, the dirt under childhood shoes, tracked inside much against my beloved’s speech,

And her kindness towards my transgression, a mother pleased with my confession.

I am from Banana bread and casseroles, according to my father, “a marvelous piece of work,”

And practiced in instruments, intellect, and sports, quite the jack of trades.

I am from my grandfather’s piano, a joy that will last decades,

And having come far enough to smirk, I have “lost my Marbles” wondering about this quirk.

Oh from here to there perhaps small bits of me remain,

Seeds of my Redwood tree from where I was uprooted time and time again.

I must have left something near the sea, the woods, and the mountainsides,

For like leaves fallen from my tree, I have left memories there and in reality I am from all these places, everywhere.