The introduction


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

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