Writers’ Weir: Fair Trade

Published 9:02 am Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Fair Trade

I traded the swamp

for mountains,

but never left the coast

I left the shrill cry of the city

for the quiet hum of colored night skies, 

swimming in an ocean of stars

I swapped sun soaked days

for fewer shadows

and more coats

I gave up late nights of smoke and talk

for the suspense of early mornings, 

and mountains in bloom 

I switched crawfish 

for salmon,

the pink flesh of supper

I traded Louisiana beer for Alaskan Amber

and I won’t go back.

Here, is home.

Here, I am. 

Felicite Toney is a reader turned writer from the swamps of Louisiana. She enjoys a nice cup of coffee and the company of her maladjusted pets.