Every winter or summer or whenever it happens the UNO MFA students meeting at Nebraska City take a morning to cross the river to join us in the deep and silent woods of the Loess Hills and sometimes a meadow. Together we read the earth with our feet and offer in gratitude our wildest attention. And then together we write a poem.
On December 31st, 2019 our prompt was drawn from the ancient Karelian poem-cycle the Kalevala. We used the octosyllabic-couplet form to write our own collaborative lai of the land as we sauntered through Wolf’s Milk Hollow.
Last Walk of a Decade
Secret muscle of this moment worlds emerge if softly parted.
To decay to eat the cosmos a wonder I want to become you I come to you closer.
Snow, leaves, earth, chewed underfoot trails remind us we are not just eyes.
Cryptic sex amongst cryptic war symbiotic interminglings.
We walk a line in the ravine flowing creek droplets of water.
The sun arrives. All of the alive opens in its warmth.
Life is all around us big and small, tiny and huge,
green and scarlet yellow jelly warring living green.
The woods whisper sweetly tickling through the air.
Butter melts in my hands. The ice gradually disappears.
Winter’s whispers raise green sprites. Their dreamscapes unfurling in the sun.
Ears and ears lean down, listen at tamped earth, its scanner cupping.
Their flattery pretty traps or bejeweled nets of welcome.