Sawyer Fell

My childhood home is filled with plants,

plants that we never water

but are somehow still alive.

Its island is littered with junk mail,

different types of olive oil,

stray flakes of salt,

In most stories, there’s only two sides.

Though, that is not the case here.

Four sisters, rule the land side by side.

The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.

As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,

Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel,  

The moment you first felt alive. 

It was night, 

If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist 

your fingers will touch. How 

do you come to terms with that? How 

do you learn that your father's shoulders 

When the Summer dies,

Fall begins to descend,

onto the beloved land.

With no words, and no ties-

Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.

Leaving nothing to mend.

Deep into the cruel season,

we watched the world end from the top of skyscrapers 

as the stars set the sea aflame 

as highways gave way to yawning mouths 

as kudzu devoured what was left of our neighborhoods