Where I'm From by Callan Buday

I’m from fresh tomatoes,

Bare feet running in composted soil

Holding bunches in my hands

Picking them in the vegetable jungle

I’m from broken bones and healing limbs,

Pools, dogs, teeter-totters, doors

Jumping, crashing, laying, and resting

I’m from the shade of an ash tree falling on a swing set

Falling on a picnic table, falling on birthday candles

Striking in the dusk as we roast marshmallows

I am from I-25, traveling south for hours

Reaching an old home, a warm home

The protection of the oleander bush

Hiding, reading, lounging, playing

I am from the worlds of others,

From light and dark, magic and beasts

Using wands and swords, nature and spirit

I am from a suitcase

Alone

Happy, but far away

I will go again