I am from a lot of places;
delivered from the sky.
City born from valleys and
mountains. United Airlines
raised me up out of rural orchards,
and home was found in my landing.
I toddled through the Rockies,
suckling stones, swaddled in the
Pacific coast. My heart split; divided
between Sierra Nevada flame flowers,
and Great Plains in a colorful state.
I cut a tooth on hard times, just
a plateau, as I began my crawl through
Death Valley. My footing took when
I took flight; that first step off a plane
is always a new birthing.