Where I’m From

Evan Spevak

I am from a place of back and forths,

where the calmness of autumn’s breeze
is interrupted by the tremors of the passing truck,
where the barking of the distant dog is drowned out
by the soothing melodies of the downstairs piano.
Where the chaos of the 9th period bell contrasted the serenity
of the stroll home that lulled me to sleep every weekday of my youth.
Where the slow transition of day to night provided a much-needed change in mood
The moon appears only when the sun finishes its daily trek across the horizon,
for there cannot be darkness without light

I am from a place of memories,

Where the late-night parked car conversations turned into wonderful friendships.
Where the clicks of the cicadas and the flickering streetlights defined the ambient of my town.
Where every thought and recollection fuel the nostalgia of my childhood.

I am from a place of nature,

Where the landscape that surrounded me had every impact on my mood,
where a glance outside the window filled me with a truly feeling of beauty.
As I gazed upon the rolling hills that came to an end at their junction with the crude, cobblestone wall, I
was filled with a feeling immeasurable

I am from a place of peace, of serenity.

As I look down on the city from the cliff face, there is noise and bustling,
but among these sights and sounds I find a peace within.
For I am from a place where I appreciate the simple things:
the lives of all these people playing out in front of my eyes,
the happiness, the sadness, the joy, the excitement all taking place within my view,
a world of emotions and events goes by as I sit silently on the edge of the cliff.
I am from a place that created who I am