I was supposed to introduce myself.
“Where do you come from?” they asked.
Such a simple thing, but I was confused.
A stumbling response – “I come from here.”
Truth is – I come from dust
whisked up in a whirly whirly
from remnant stars.
I come from love.
From play, from pleasure,
from sanctuary and wholeness.
I come from pomegranate
oozing red fruitfulness,
vivid and intricate.
I come from ash
fragments from a flame
retreating to ember softness.
I come from water,
rivers past rocks,
slow, slow drifting to sea.
I come from God.
God’s own.
Wind-shaped for purpose.
I was right.
I come from here.
Sharonne Price