to the moment when nature told me everything
by Rachel Baila
it is a death time—
spiral moving outside
and within itself.
orange bleeds from bark.
leaves drop one by one.
how will my children keep warm
as years drag dust from their bodies,
tearing away at poised pulses and
amaranthine existences?
all i know of life
as contained in that
single unknowing.
About the Author
Rachel Baila is a poet and holistic healing practitioner based in Tennessee. She’s also the editor of Fauxmoir and has work published (or forthcoming) in Emotional Alchemy Mag, Scarlet Leaf Review, Poeming Pigeon, Poet’s Choice, Beyond Words Literary, and Closed Eye Open. She also loves cheese—except for Swiss—and has an unhealthy obsession with travel and change. She can be found on Instagram @baila_rae and @fauxmoir_lit_mag and on Twitter @baila_rae and @fauxmoir.