I am from dust
From common and unique
I am from the condo: gracious, spacious, mine
I’m from the land of the Timicuan
From swamp, ocean, and river
I am from dandelion: plentiful, beautiful, edible
I’m from Christmas and noise
From Larry and Susan
I’m from the peace keepers and denial
From polite and achieving
I’m from Jesus and hypocrisy
I’m from the south, biscuits, and coffee
From the missile program and unknown parentage
I am from the abandoned and alcoholic
The gramma’s cedar chest
The documentation of the journey