I Remember Where I Am From

as the sun rises over the lake in my hometown

I am from overflowing ashtrays, from store-brand cereal and late payments.
I am from steep wooden front steps (rickety & flaking, slats of light blooming the chickweed).

I am from ancient volcanic rock and clear rolling creeks tumbling to Lake Superior, whose freezing waters and crashing waves move through me.

I am from democrats and railroad men, from Geo…