(this is an ongoing exercise and not an attempt at poetry. also, any rhyming is unintentional xx)
i am from oak trees and moss and dirt roads.
from the smell of rain and hurricanes.
from azaleas and watermelon and freshwater springs.
i’m from tin cans and fences, bare feet and cutoffs.
from pine forests and palmettos and old pick-up trucks.
i am from my grandma who loves me the most.
i am from clay and limestone and sinkholes,
from woodstoves and porches and tire swings.
from spiderwebs and sandspurs and starry, starry nights.
i am from all of these things.