We Are Here
by Alyssa Gaines
Here
Is where we’re from.
Here, the poet, philanthropist, politician, the first
Black millionaire, state senator
Here
Is history
Presidential, pharmaceutical, physical
Here is where the ideals return to a dream
And the dreamers have learned them by hands
Here is home
Rolling hills and wildflowers
Trees and tall grass
The interstate weaves through us like a story stretching
Its asphalt arms over hoosiers
Who know what it means to be proud
Of the middle of the road
Of the midwest, details
Of the often overlooked or underrated
Of the world where the world is just a seed
We make grow
Flower
We harvest
Hear the stories we remember.
And the names we cherish.
Look at the legends
Who learned through here
How alive they came to be from watching
The legend of the bank teller or the sales clerk or the woman at the grocery store
Or the stranger you meet who smiles and waves
The neighbor who opens her doors
Who advocates for the faces of her neighborhood she cares to know by name
Name he who makes music of the street sounds
Or the quiet night
Or the wind and the field and the moon
Who writes poetry in the niceties in the
Space and the race cars
Here is home
Country
As much ours as God’s
Celebrate how we roots deep in the ground
How much we learn from the past
How we all look toward the future together
In our faces,
All those stars we know
and don’t
We call them back home.
So we see how much they look like us.
That we the heroes and the legends too
Here hometown raises us up like crops
Came from the same soil, cut from the same cloth
Here lies legendary history memorialized in the way we love our homegrown
Come here,
And hear all the stories we tell of
The buildings before you were born
And the people who made this place lived in
The stories that give us our name
Weave your thread
Stake your claim
Plant in the been-tilled dirt that’s corn-fed legends
Come here,
Where our legacy means
We
Go forth in our future too.