I dreamed
I was betrayed:
Earth was given to me in a dream
In a dream I possessed it
-- Louise Glück from The Seven Ages (2001)
The stillness was complete, as if the lake absorbed not only noise, but time itself.
-- Kapfa Kassabova from To The Lake 2020
Last week of April, days in Basin and Range country. Basin. Range. Each word streams images, intentions, unknowns through the dreaming mind. Through the eyes wide open. Each picture coalesces, glistening in the wind. Each stone listening, what are we about.
Photos: Lake Abert, Chewaucan Basin, Lake County, Oregon. April 2021 Douglas Beauchamp
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CODA
Will we soon remember from where we’ve come? The water.
And once remembered, will we return to that first water, and in doing so return to ourselves, to each other, better and cleaner?
Do you think the water will forget what we have done, what we continue to do?
—Natalie Diaz [1]
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NOTES
Lake County, Oregon: over 8000 sq mi. One human per square mile, thousands of cattle, lizards, hundreds of pronghorn, tens of thousands of birds: water-seekers all, on the move.
Lake County drought map, Lake Abert center, in the Red zone: Dense maroon=Exceptional drought. Stark Red=Extreme drought. Ochre=Severe drought. https://droughtmonitor.unl.edu/
[1] Natalie Diaz, concluding lines of the poem The First Water Is the Body. Published in New Poets of Native Nations, Edited by Heid E. Erdrich, Graywolf Press (2018), and in Postcolonial Love Poem (2020).