Where I'm From

I am from dirt,
endless curves and dusty breath.
I’m from majestic,
Hills that as far as I can tell
reach the heavens.

I’m from pine trees
and scraped knees
from princess band aids,
a mothers kiss

I’m from the patches
sown into my grandma’s quilt
The honeysuckle vines
decorating her back porch

From dog eared maps
and Sunday drives
Mountain air
And the cabin with no locks

I’m From the cold river water
I’m from the dreams
slipped through my dream catcher