I Am From Poetry And Hard Truths
I am from A home of pictures, blankets, trinkets And Cobwebs. Where there’s no time to dust because We’re busy busy busy. I am from Crab grass, firewood, a vine-covered windmill, And a fallen tree Who refuses death Because who has time to die? I am from Little Neck cemetery, Dairy-Bee, And the bay Where we’re not allowed to swim But the water’s warm anyway. I am from Pops who’s from Poppy who’s from Pa who’s from The Crow Who got that name for being strict and Native. I am from Loud laughter and The blood of the covenant But I have learned to respect The water of the womb. I am from A golden Frost and a mourning Thomas , Where you Stand and Deliver , Where a lot can happen in 19 Minutes , Where the most important medicine is Love . Where I’m from We know how to escape the labyrinth But we walk through it Because it’s the only way We get our most valued treasure.