Made From

I am from a love in the 80’s

Bursting forth from wild hair and rock operas

From rollerblading and spelunking and tiny kisses.

I am from a commitment for life that ended in silence and I'm sorry's

I am from desert and mountains but my soul belongs to the sea.

I am from stagnant coffee, red nails tapping a stale cigarette in a dusty room a husband died.

I am from the brilliant minds of men, from science and math as they send mushroom clouds into the sky,

and eliminate life a world away.

Only to return home with sand on their shoes and a cough in their lungs.

From wild women, witches and wanders.

I am from artists and readers and writers. From jewelry and magic wand makers.

From exploration, new horizons, wide open fields, westward expansion

And from the people already living and loving with the land. Knowing it lives with us too.

I am from soft looks, kind eyes and kind hands. From eskimo kisses and gentle reminders not to touch that, it’s hot.