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.
