Where I'm From

By Analee Davis

Featured art: Dancing Dryads by Albert Pinkham Ryder

I am from the wooden spoons

The flip flops and the belts.

I am from the cities

And their lights

The beaches and their sand,

The soft brown dust that blows in my eyes.

I am from the land of colors:

Red, white, and blue;

Brown, black, and pale.

I am from the days when basketballs

And running were my home

When lunches were never really a thing.

I am from where pencils glide on paper

And pens stain the lines

Where all is valid

Long, short, rhyming, or not.

As objects turn into memories

And people turn into places.

Suddenly, images become montages

And I realize that I am from the past

The dust and the ashes that came and went.

I am from the wind, the sun, the ground, and the rain.

I am from the past and I am from the present, and I will be from the future.

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Analee Davis (she/her) is a junior triple majoring in English Writing and Literature, Spanish, and European Studies with a minor in Linguistics and a certificate in Latin American Studies from Guatemala City, Guatemala. Her absolute favorite activity to partake in is eating. She is willing to try everything once and will probably love it forever (her favorite meal is paches, which is a Guatemalan tamal made out of potatoes).