Where I'm From

Where I’m From

By

Daniel Oyola

I am from the late breeze

when the sun hit my old bike

I am from the ocean water that

splashed into my eyes.

I am from the wood chips

embedded in my shoes

sand and playgrounds

mulch, grass, and gravel under my feet.

I am from the fields

where every blade of grass is implanted in my dreams

ball fields of all kinds

diamonds many times

that brought me back to life.

I am from the late nights

from the giant light poles standing bright

from the smell of tar and hot dogs

where the bat and glove are my sight.

I am from the electronic age

where facebook is my way to explain

to family members thousands of miles away

where to one click a whole new world opens wide.

I am from something I can not fully comprehend

A walk in the water, a blood drop that saves

I am from the voice that shows me the truth within myself.

I am from my hardships to where no more tears can be shed

From the boldness pushed to limits not fathomed

I am from the days in my room

worrying of the health of her

 to where I look at the past that is now my dream.

I am from the smell of pepperoni

to which I celebrate in many ways

I am from the smiles that never leave

 no matter the circumstances

that are imprinted in every piece

of where I’m from.