Tag: twelve years old

This poem made my eyes fill with tears when the Maker read it to me. Maybe because he’s the youngest, maybe because there were so many unexpected insights offered, line after line. I can’t decide whether it’s very twelve (years old) and boy (so much food!), or entirely, surprisingly, out of the boundaries of that sort of reckoning.

Whatever it is, I find it rare and beautiful…

Recaptured below with original spelling intact:

Where I’m From

I am from rich coffie, from

busted paintballs to sizzling

bacon. I am from calm scent to

blasted remixes. I am from the

faint russtle of leaves to the loud

obnoxious alarm of five o-clock.

I am from my bright red

guitar, from soft flannel P.J.’s.

I’m from juicy grapefruit to

crispy bacon, from dry lips in

the morning. I’m from crunchy,

sweet, and yummy. Dark to light,

bland to rich. I’m from down

at the rock, from heartless school

desks, to campfire chats.

I am me.