No matter where you are, the winter sky looks the same: bulbous. Just luminous enough to remind you that the sun used to put in an appearance every day. No matter where you are, there's a season to go and a season to stay home. No matter where you are, you'll start calculating the weeks, then the days, until the light stabilizes, the engine rumbles just right. Until you're sure you're safe from squalls or storms or frostbite.
It would be one thing if you could hibernate. But you're doomed to serve your time awake.
Allyson Whipple is the director of the Austin Feminist Poetry Festival and the vice president of Austin Poetry Society. She was raised by a librarian and an attorney, so she grew up understanding the power of words. Perhaps it is only natural that she became a poet. Her chapbook, We're Smaller Than we Think We Are, was published in 2013. Allyson teaches at Austin Community College and in her spare time is pursuing a black belt in kung fu.