Thinking Eye, The
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Jennifer Atkinson
Jennifer Atkinson is Associate Professor of Environmental Studies at the University of Washington, Bothell, and author of Gardenland: Nature, Fantasy, and Everyday Practice. Sarah Jaquette Ray is Professor of Environmental Studies at Cal Poly Humboldt and author of A Field Guide to Climate Anxiety: How to Keep Your Cool on a Warming Planet.
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Thinking Eye, The - Jennifer Atkinson
At the Chernobyl Power Plant Eco-Reserve
If ravens perch on the ferris wheel
outside of town, if owls
nest in the silos and swallows circle
the tipped watchtower, if catfish
bloat in the cooling pool and elk
graze on perennial beard grass,
if boars rake their tusks
among the roots, if black
storks claim the cloud-blighted
pines of Red Forest, if wire
succumbs to rust, if lichen,
if shingles unhinge in the snow,
if untrafficked lots cede land
to yarrow, if mirrors, if spoons
reflect the sky, if watches tick
in unopened drawers, if swollen,
if stiff-maned Przewalsi horses
foal, if wolves, if then, if then, if
ONE
Landscape of One Hundred Words
Of stone, fern, blood, and water I mumble,
trying out phrases, sounds
as distinct as the teasel’s shadow,
gestures of mind and music,
as gnawed at and off-plumb
as a mushroom’s gilled undercap,
as easily smoothed away
as a water strider’s V-ed wake,
useless as a junco’s dissevered
wing, less aware than a sleeping owl,
twice as invasive as loosestrife,
half as responsive as touch-me-not.
Quartz is far more consoling and true.
Words are not the silver sage
of olive leaves, the untethered milkweed
drift of down, but paltry things,
leaf-litter through which push up
foamflowers, black snakes, shrews and turbans.
The Laws of Succession
Asters to ashes, dogwood to liriodendron: wild has its way.
The afterlife is the understory—maple samaras in a red whirl,
a downdraft over a deadfall; out of cold dormancy too early,
it seems to me, but what do I know?
Turkeys, a nodding flock of twelve at least,
a quorum, a jury, trample the duff of twenty years
ago when highbush blue- and lowbush huckleberry
held this ridge with birch and bobwhite quail,
and one little pin oak with its shadow of ground pine.
Now a copse of young silver beeches, their last year’s
leaves chattered cold in the wind, has shaded out the bushes,
overbrowsed anyhow by too many white-tailed deer,
barely skittish, willing just yards from the house
to graze the back lawn, itself returned, reversing
the laws of succession to bitten down grasses, to