I am from sprinklers.
From tall buildings, and ivy-covered doors.
From the radiators too hot and my sweater’s too itchy.

I’m from rattling cups of change
And the men that soulfully shake them.
I’m from shoulders, up high,
From songs on the guitar,
From big hugs and beauty and
Birthday balloons.

I’m also from earrings, the dangly types.
I’m from four pairs of glasses.
And ice cream at nighttime and sandy hands at daytime,
Cups of coffee in the morning, dripping wax in the evening,
Stories told while I’m sleeping.

I’m from dreaming.
I’m from sun soaked floorboards.
Dusty halls and role calls.
From calloused hands that I grasp.
And all the time that has passed.