The Hamlet Project

At this workshop today we were asked to write a few lines
Like a poem
About where we’re from.
We wrote “I come from. . .” then continued.
I have written this sort of poem before
Been in other workshops
Other classrooms.
Have I always begun the poem the same way?
Perhaps.
I started, today, with the earth –
The quality of the dirt,
The color, the texture.
In my concrete, brick and steel day to day,
I do not think about the soil – I rarely see it.
But when asked
Where I’m from, I think of where I was planted,
Where I grew from seed to plant.
I think of the earth
I think of the garden I grew in,
Transplanted though I may be.