{"id":3014,"date":"2021-04-03T15:43:58","date_gmt":"2021-04-03T19:43:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/umaine.edu\/spire\/?p=3014"},"modified":"2021-04-12T12:36:40","modified_gmt":"2021-04-12T16:36:40","slug":"deleon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/umaine.edu\/spire\/2021\/04\/03\/deleon\/","title":{"rendered":"A Collection of Poems: Mother Maine, Resilience, Between Disciplines"},"content":{"rendered":"
By Michelle de Leon<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Maine is a place<\/span><\/p>\n where I\u2019m leaning into a state of tension.<\/span><\/p>\n Clouds flood me as I navigate<\/span><\/p>\n where is home.<\/span><\/p>\n Who is home here?<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She meanders from the shore<\/span><\/p>\n to her North woods,<\/span><\/p>\n welcoming us to listen to her wisdom.<\/span><\/p>\n She introduces us to a dynamic stillness<\/span><\/p>\n where many craft images of quiet.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Open space. Salty views. Balsam sweetness.<\/span><\/p>\n And I still don\u2019t know where my home is.<\/span><\/p>\n I know where a portrait of our mother hangs<\/span><\/p>\n in my mind, all the while<\/span><\/p>\n she changes every second.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Histories spring from her countryside and fall<\/span><\/p>\n into our laps. You\u2019ll find me among<\/span><\/p>\n the crashing blues and vibrant reds. At a spot where birds pair off,<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m coupling my humanity with their nature.<\/span><\/p>\n Is this when we name her Everlasting?<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Her colors fade a little later,<\/span><\/p>\n her summer kisses linger longer, and<\/span><\/p>\n her hugs feel warmer than we remember.<\/span><\/p>\n Did you and I do this? Perhaps this is her flow<\/span><\/p>\n or perhaps her rivers invite us to envision resolutions.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The morning sunrise whispers a sweet<\/span><\/p>\n change is constant<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n If I sit with her mantra, could I rise and fall like her?<\/span><\/p>\n The brightness paints something reassuring and terrifying<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n in its vulnerability for us all to see, dragging a finger in<\/span><\/p>\n the sand to shape stress-and-surprise cycles.<\/span><\/p>\n Two steps back shift me<\/span><\/p>\n two steps in the right direction.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Watching the sure tides,<\/span><\/p>\n wanting familiar feelings,<\/span><\/p>\n waiting for what\u2019s next,<\/span><\/p>\n what if\u2014hear me out\u2014what if we transform?<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n (May) our goals gift us legs<\/span><\/p>\n built to jump back.<\/span><\/p>\n If growth were linear, could I pretend it made sense?<\/span><\/p>\n The curves connect you and<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n me, me and them, them and that.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere, we\u2019ll reap our potential.<\/span><\/p>\n Even though it\u2019s messy like wet sneakers on the beach,<\/span><\/p>\n it\u2019ll be better than we\u2019ve ever dreamt.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A shiny new machine, a little birdy<\/span><\/p>\n tells me <\/span>this <\/span><\/i>is innovation.<\/span><\/p>\n He chirps his pitch, yet I\u2019m not quite<\/span><\/p>\n sold on how it\u2019s wired when I\u2019m\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n hardwired to hear a story from<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A friend I still haven\u2019t met.<\/span><\/p>\n Will you join hands with me and teach me<\/span><\/p>\n how to weave your past into our present? Let this<\/span><\/p>\n fabric embrace us through seasons of blooms and sheds.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Listening to each other\u2019s rhythm, we uncover budding differences and<\/span><\/p>\n color new directions on the map.<\/span><\/p>\n Give yourself permission to go \u2018cross your field, collecting<\/span><\/p>\n tools and something blue,<\/span><\/p>\n and I\u2019ll help break ground around that same ol\u2019 song.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Messy entanglements arise<\/span><\/p>\n yet with you,<\/span><\/p>\n uncertainty<\/span><\/p>\n fades away into<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n renewal.<\/span><\/p>\n We dance across silos when I witness<\/span><\/p>\n how our collective embodies a promise peeping over the tree line.<\/span><\/p>\n Complexity simplifies into a lingua franca, and we begin to trust<\/span><\/p>\n how our novel scraps shine brighter than his dull machine.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By Michelle de Leon Ecology and Environmental Sciences Department, University of Maine National Science Foundation Research Traineeship on Conservation Science Mother Maine Maine is a place where I\u2019m leaning into a state of tension. Clouds flood me as I navigate where is home. Who is home here? She meanders from the shore to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1734,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[37],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spire-2021-issue"],"yoast_head":"\nEcology and Environmental Sciences Department, University of Maine<\/h5>\n
National Science Foundation Research Traineeship on Conservation Science<\/h5>\n
Mother Maine<\/h3>\n
\nResilience<\/h3>\n
\nBetween Disciplines<\/h3>\n
\nThis material is based upon work supported by the National Science Foundation under Grant No. 1828466.<\/h4>\n