I Am from the Sun Gleaming

Olatunji Coleman

I am from the sun gleaming in the glass on the door, making a rainbow
pattern on the wall.
I am from Marco’s bark in the morning, he wants to go out.
I am from the fresh air smacking me in the face, not enjoyed for so long as
Marco scrambles to get down the front steps to pee.
I am from all of the adults outside sipping wine and laughing at each other,
I say hi.
I am from the smell of bacon and eggs when I walk back in the house,
everyone is woke now.
I am from the smell of bacon and eggs when I walk back in the house,
everyone is woke now.
I am from my mother’s sweet kisses in the morning and it being
counteracted by the saltiness of the eggs and bacon, I love it here
I am from me putting my clothes on for church dragging my feet because
an old episode of Saved By The Bell had my attention.
I am from my uncle snoring like a bear after his usual nights on the town,
Roseanne plays but he isn’t watching.
I am from home