I am from skies and clouds out the window
Early mornings with groggy faces
Flying endless hours over deep blue waters
Going from home to unfamiliar places.
I am from confusion and bewilderment,
A dialect not of my own
Crowds of people
With no rhyme or reason.
I am from a little boy
Tears rolling down his cheeks
Ducking his head from any interaction
Not yet confident in having a new family.
The hotel with one place to eat
Meal after meal of only noodles
Slowly becoming more tasteless.
I am from the boy who cried when he met us
And the same boy who quickly fit right in our family.
No way of direct communication,
Only laughing and playing tricks.
I am from shop after shop
On a Chinese island
Overflowing with toys and trinkets,
Every store a new adventure.
I am from takeoffs and landings,
Swish of metal wings
Jack’s eyes fixed on the airplanes,
Coming home at last.
I am from my family.
