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Timbuktu - will have to do - Connie Befus
"Where are you from?" you glibly ask
Where am I from? I slightly frown...
That depends...
on how much you want to know, how long your attentionspan
on whether you care, or just need something to say...
It depends also
on how I feel today, sure of myself or hesitant
competent or lonely, cynical or wanting to belong
Should I say?
your eyes give me no clue
the last place I lived? or where I lived longest?
or where my parents live now? or where I was born?
should I tell you all the places I've lived?
in order? and how long? and why?
or shall I pick a name out of the blue-- Timbuktu
and see how you respond?
I am from God's earth -- just now
a sojourner and wanderer
and you cannot put what I know, or who I am
into a box by thinking you know "where I am from"
The question poses an enormous problem for me
Yet is understandable that you ask..
It is not wrong of you to ask... People ask it every day...
But you stand there awaiting my answer
hesitancy forming in your eyes and I should not be uncivil
After all, you asked...
I think, today, I will say
"Timbuktu" and see what you do.
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