I am From 

I am from the earth.

From the moon and the sun, 

from life and from death, 

from the water, the soil, and the air. 

I am from the roots of the trees, 

and the wind that rustles through their leaves. 

I am from the depths of the ocean, 

and the waves that crash ashore. 

I am from rainy days, 

and moonlit evenings. 

I am from the beauty of living things, 

and the ugliness their destruction. 

I am from my mother's pain, 

and my father's mistakes, 

from a family of hard working people. 

I am from fear and from anger. 

I am from mirrors that show me what I am, 

and windows that show me everything I am not. 

I am from the past and the future. 

I am from the water, the soil, the air, 

from life and from death, 

from the moon and the sun. 

I am from the earth. 

Poem Telephone

An old broken-down house,

gently swaying in the wind,

sang,

sweetly and slowly,

Inside the wood chipper.

It was cold and stormy,

dreaming, 

At Exactly 4:03 AM, 

it was dumb,

but birds can fly,

So, maybe peasants do run the world. 

The red socks, 

died.