Where You From?
Sometimes keep my hair
in a ponytail. Sometimes let it fly.
Remember those first few years,
when I was new to the area, the mid-West.
Got a lot of second glances.
Or just plain stares.
“He ain’t from around here.”
Been here six years, now.
Gettin’ to feel like home.
Hardly a second glance
in the past year.
I must be from around here.
I’ve been told that, in this small town – where “everybody knows everybody” is held to heart – one of the first questions for new co-workers is “Where did you go to school?” Being retired, I haven’t encountered that, but for a couple of years I received many “funny looks.” Not so much, these days. I’ll even see another ponytail, now and then. I touched on this last year.
The optional prompt for Day 23 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month is to write a poem based on sound, overheard language, or a regional phrase.