Where I'm From

I am from the endless supply of horse tack 

lying around the dusty barn.

       from the blue ribbons

covering the walls.

       from the smell of leather cleaner

in the morning.

I am from the house in the country-

both of them.

I am  from the trees.

        from tireless hours spent

setting up a tent.

        from the lake with the slimy bottom

that always smelled like fish and pine needles.

I am from summers spent on the trails.

I am from the clothing dryer I tried to hid in

when my parents were fighting.

       from the words yelled

and objects thrown.

       from the gravel thrown up in the driveway

when my dad sped away.

I am from the decisions of surface level love.

I am from the five day drive

to the promised land.

       from the stays in cheap hotels

for one night.

       from roadside bathroom breaks

and gas station pizza.

I am from the journey to Kentucky.