I am from the  falls of new hope
the buffer zone
from 15 minutes any direction

I am from the backroads
from the meeting of two hills
And cities, several others
I am from nowhere, yet I am close to everything

I am from the riverwalk, where the red wolves wander
From bare feet and wet clothes
From an acre, from a forest

I am from the chaos and unconditional welcoming
From mint chocolate chip ice cream and spaghettios
from doors that don’t lock
Large pots, lots of cars
and six of everything

I am from home, not a place but a feeling
I’m from the honeysuckle
I’m from coffee and tea
I am from separation and celebration
“each end is a new beginning”

I’m from the falls of new hope
The one with the cherry tree
the magnolia mailbox out front