I almost died in West Virginia, not from the cold or heat—
in winter there’s dead trees to burn, in summer the Cheat River.
Perhaps I would have died laughing or crying or dancing or
falling off a tractor while making a sharp turn up a hill.
I almost died of heartbreak for all the losses—cave-ins,
explosions, black lung, murders, mine wars, drugs, medical
malpractice or no practice at all, from bulldozers on mountains,
from unregulated logging, from inequity, or from heartbreak
leaving behind—road trips, the rally in Harlan, court battles,
the beer garden, picnics, mountains, woodlands,
I bow my head to a gravestone, know how much it takes to save
a loved one’s life, to stretch it out far beyond what the Docs thought
was possible—not to believe data, the diagnosis and prognosis,
not to leave the bedside
that your loved ones should live
no matter what—not to leave
to stand tall and straight with life in your hands breathing
swearing that you could keep standing like that, life in both hands.
I wrap my arms around the gravestones, trees, remnants of history
in view of these mountains
formed 480 million years ago
that dare us to tear them down.
Click here to read Dorothy Shubow Nelson on the origin of the poem.
Image: “The Cheat River Gorge” by sf-dvs, licensed under CC 2.0.
Dorothy Shubow Nelson:
Contemplating Form and Content
Although the poem begins with the 1st person
The “I” finds itself in the middle of recorded
And lived history, at the bottom of a scroll.
The poet is not inclined to be central
Figure and voice. The speaker yes but for all
that is lost.
Not just free form but organic
Interdependent events, situations
And then the breath
- Kingwood, West Virginia - December 10, 2021
Love the emotional connection between Mother Earth and human kind!! A masterpiece!!