A PLACE BETWEEN PLACES

i spent a year in winter,
and rather than exiting and entering
into spring, a progression deemed natural
in this 4-season colonialist project,
i find myself in a different place entirely
- a season within seasons


i wonder what comes between winter
and spring in other places?
in other worlds?
in other times?
what do the ancestors call it?
what are the markers used to identify it?
surely, there is a place within a place
surely, the alligator knows