“Where I Come From” is a Darling series that pays homage to the cities, towns and countries that we call home. Although we are not defined by where we come from, these places are a defining part of our stories.
I come from red cinder roads and Ponderosa Pine trees,
The Metolius River, shades of azure and azul.
I come from sunsets that scribble the sky,
From lightning that singes the forest,
snow that turns the land quiet and still.
I am from backpacks and four-wheel drive,
From paddleboards and brook trout,
From mule deer and bobcats,
From trail runs out my backdoor.
I come from hearty people,
Who use snow blowers and skid-train,
From yak-trax and trekking poles.
I come from folk music festivals,
physicians who share cell numbers,
And from memorials held in a pasture.
I come from weddings in hay barns,
Dances on pine floors,
From a timber-cross my husband built.
I come from Black Lives Matter,
fist in the air
On the corner of Main Street.
From Halloween parades,
Then Christmas, then rodeo.
I come from the day after summer day at
The Village Green park with toddlers
Then elementary schoolers then
Driving by memories,
the scent of sage and sweet.