I am From
I am from AC DC blaring through the radio.
I am from summer nights, bonfires,
marshmallows roasting and family members toasting.
I am from four wheeler tracks and torn backpacks.
I am from the water, from pools and lakes that we found
tucked away into the smaller parts of the map.
I am from nowhere.
From where you smell the cows
and the corn stalks cut you as you run through the rows.
I am from dirt roads.
I am from small town diners
and stop lights that turn off at 11.
A school where everyone is in one place.
K through 12 and you knew most of their names.
I am from everywhere.
Bits of Virginia and Carolina.
Constantly in movement, afraid to settle down.
My life trailing through Ohio all the way to Michigan.
A trail that I will travel every chance I get.
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