***Everyone comes from somewhere.

Everyone has a past.

Everyone is somewhere first.

Everyone is somewhere last.*** 

Deep in the heart of buildings 

scattered about online 

packed away in boxes hiding in cupboards are fragments and hints 

about your life and mine.

You catch a glimpse of your name, 

you might suddenly see an address, 

sometimes it’s typed, because your name was recorded by an official; 

sometimes it’s writing that looks like

it was written by spiders.

***Everyone comes from somewhere.

Everyone has a past.

Everyone is somewhere first.

Everyone is somewhere last.***

These are the stones on a path 

that tell a story of how people travel,

These are the stones on a path 

that I found a story that I unravelled.

***Everyone comes from somewhere.

Everyone has a past.

Everyone is somewhere first.

Everyone is somewhere last.***