On the eve of our nineteenth year, the sky cracked, its molten innards sloshing to and fro, its boiling yolk slipped out as our lips cried for home. “Stand, stand, stand,” said the boy. “If ...

Poetry in the Natural World" edited by 24th U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón. I'm your guide, Katie Campbell. I asked y'all to try writing a poem of your own — you delivered.