Where I Am From

I am from a water bottle, from Crystal Geyser, and Dasani.

I am from the kitchen, smelling sweet and amazing.

I am from the rose, the pedal.

I am from the courageous and the selfless.

From the holes poked in the sky at night and the tears from the soft pillows covering the blue.

I am from my own faith. I do what I can to make things right in my life.

I am from California and Sicily, peas and carrots.

From the bucket on my brother's head, the laundry basket I was placed in, and the gentle hands of my father.

I am from the photoalbum high upon the shelf, full of memories and distant places.