My Thoughts In Rhyme and Rhythm

EIGHTEEN

I am from the prairie.

from musty, thunder-riddled summer

and bitter, blizzard winter.

I am from midnight cicadas and

field trips to farmsteads.

I am from yellow clay and wet grass

and a neighborhood game of tag.

tornado drills and state fairs

I am from midwest bonfires

from chalk masterpieces in the cul-de-sac.

you could say, I am from Kansas.

In other words, a crystal clear sky

filled with pinpricks of light

that I once thought were windows

and if I squinted at them,

I might glimpse a much more exciting place beyond.

But now, older than I was,

my life uprooted,

I realize that there is no more exciting of a place

than home.