I Am From – A Poem by John Camacho

I Am From

I Am From

I AM FROM
I am from Passion. 
The land of stone temples and fuming volcanoes. 
 
I come from Kings of corn and sun. 
Green, white and red draped across my face, 
in the shadow of two lovers sharing a border. 
 
I come from lines on a staff filled with notes, 
From stories in song filled with regret. 
 
I came up with the summer scents of Night Blooming Jasmine, Gardenia and Orange, 
In a land where the stars shine above and below. 
 
With the winds of Santa Ana and the dance in my feet, 
I twirled my heart into being. 
 
A child of God, no more, no less, imbued with my line. 
 
The glint of quality in my sight;
Diamonds that don’t glitter and rubies that bleed.