2025/Lennox -

I am from a plate of warm spaghetti,

From several castles and vast blue lakes.

I am from the rocky deer paths under the grey dark storm clouds,

It smelled like fresh verdant green.

I am from several old temples and high-rise buildings,

The hot humid summers to the cold icy winters,

Whose vast rice paddies I remember,

As if they were my own.

I am from red, white, green tall mountains,

From a Plane Mechanic and a Stay-At-Home.

I am from the soft mossy stones,

And the purple costumes of Carnevale,

From “Take out the trash!” and “Quite down.”

I am from the calm ocean waves,

With a red crab being swept away,

And ten tall sandcastles I make myself.

I’m from cracked desert floors and a little playpen,

My old backyard and the cold sprinkler water.

From the Grand Canyon State lost to the jets of an airplane,

To the “Beautiful Country” that used to keep me up at night.

Under my bed was a box full of dandelions spilling each of its small seeds,

A garden of blueberries and raspberries.

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments-

Swam around the pool before I fell from the water slide.

I am a leaf learning from the family tree.

- Inspired by George Ella Lyon