Being born in the south
and moving to the Midwest
makes it hard to tell

where I am truly from.

I am from a whisper of a southern town
nestled between the big city
and widespread country.
And then, at age two
I am from new town
that's located just the same.

I am from the sweet honeysuckle
that bloomed with the neighborhood children
as soon as the snow melted to spring.
I am from my fathers old t-shirts,
covered with grass stains and gasoline.

I am from the crickets
at Camp Lakewood in Potosi.
A place that was just under

where angels sprinkled the stardust
that made flowers grow,
and caterpillars turn into butterflies.
…at least, that's what they told me.

I am from my best friend's house,
only located and shout away from my home,
but still seemed like a whole new world
when we closed her bedroom door

and let our minds soar.

I am from fields of corn,

and endless country roads

that always manage to lead me home.