Poetry Monday- A little poem by Terry Tempest Williams
And today: A poet who makes so much sense to me. It makes sense that she would make sense to me. Terry Tempest Williams is a true-blue Utah poet. Born Mormon, raised in Utah, a passionate voice for the desert and for wilderness. In her writing, which often jumps back and forth across the prose/poetry line, she writes about ecology, feminism, politics, Mormon culture, animals, and conservationism. Her most famous work is her memoir, Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place, in which she explores her mother’s cancer (an epidemic in her family, possibly related to the nuclear testing near their homes in the 1950s and 60s) and the flooding of the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge.
I love this quote from her: “So here is my question: what might a different kind of power look like, feel like, and can power be redistributed equitably even beyond our own species?” This short untitled poem is from a page in her book Finding Beauty in a Broken World, and it is a poetic description of the way speciesism operates in our societal power dynamics:
dressed in discreet robes of fur
stand as sentinels
outside their burrows, watching.
watching as their communities
disappear, one by one,
their hands raised up