I am Nowhere and Everywhere

I am from a car seat,

From tires and gas stations

I am from the white picket yard

(tall, white fence

It looked like an impassible wall)

I am from the dogwood

And the "Southern" Northern Pine

Towering over with a rain

of sap-drops and needles

I am from Beaches and artists

From Rose and Charles and Elizabeth

I’m from the long legs

And track-stars

From “Do your best” and

“Have everything packed up?”

I’m from Peace be with you

And also with you

I’m from Pensacola, Florida and Troy, New York

Corn and Pumpkin Cookies

From the swans in the lake

that my brother fell in

The finger my dad smashed in the wood chopper

Hanging in the halls

With the old medals

And portraits

Three young boys

I am from nowhere and everywhere

From top of the class

From bottom of the nine

Right outta left field

-The Narrator