You Ask Me Where I'm From

You ask me where I’m really from. I am from the water well Deep and quenching I am from the smell of Earth Sweet I am from the pleats of my grandmother’s sari Vibrancy in swirling colors I am from the beat of the tabla Strong I am from the smallest seed of a guava Growing to shade you from harm I am from a melody To give your heart a companion I am from the froth on ocean waves Dancing high into the sun-pink sky I am from a dandelion Carried far away, to grow anew.