from dirt 

From Dirt

I come from hills carpeted by grasses that danced 

with winds ancient and pure

I come from a sky that pierced infinity

And left us small in our existence

I come from a cold

That the walls of our houses strained to hold out

So we could gather inside 

Leaving the spirits of the dead to own the land once again

I come from a heat

That drove the reality of our flesh to the center of the soul

Begging for the sun set and quiet the inferno

I come from fields where the furrows 

Folded in both seed and soul

I come from sunsets painted by the dust we stirred

I come from the dirt

I come from the gravel roads and highways

That gave legs to my dreams

Until I no longer could find my way home

I come from a street

That housed the dregs and angels

That were discarded

By apathy and surfeit

I come from the sidewalks

That shared both diamonds and hunger

I come from the cauldron that is we

The cauldron that poets breathe

I come from lives lived

I come from pages written

I come from dust stirred

I come from the dirt….