Who am I?

I am from God, before the world was made. I am part from an island, from hard work in spades, and from a city called Boston where first I saw day. I am from many books I’ve read, from chili, not cold but hot, Simmering in my parent’s Crock-pot. I am from numbers, unchanging math, from walking along a windy path, from things that buzz and whir and spin, both outside my head and within. I am from everything in time that God caused, unnerving and sublime, to bring me here where I am now. Where will I go, and when, and how?

by Trevor Wallace January 20, 2015