I K N E W
That the wind blowing me through city streets to country roads from
tree top to rooftop to mountain top to polar top empty plastic bag
dandelion calyx who couldn’t
in just any meadow
Was the outside of my force of life, taking me where she wanted me
to bloom, not letting me stay to take root.
Y E S T E R D A Y
That the gale force leaving chaos in her wake, lives overturned, homes abandoned, was me.
Ellie Davis is a Carbondalian at heart, temporarily located on an island outside of Gothenburg, Sweden. Today, she is wishing her father his good and swift arrival on the long journey home.