Where+I+am+From

“Where I am From”

I am from the spotlight Ironically so I yearn for its warm embrace Knowing I may never receive it

I am from the field Gliding over the soft grass The salty, pungent sweat stinging my eyes

I am from preparation The random chaos of warm ups The dissonance before tuning The “fracks” and missed notes of sight-reading

I am from professionalism All appearing the same on the field Or on stage in our finest black clothes The gold and silver shine of the instruments