MOUNTAIN VALLEY PIPELINE I scroll down the sterile pixelated news, and whiffs of paper pulp don’t hang in the air, and inky newsprint doesn’t stain my fingers. That transient stain as familiar as the walnut hulls years ago that turned our tender hands black. I don’t see those walnut trees in the images as I scroll and pause, viewing my childhood mountains cut open, turned inside out, the valley a gashed operating table with no surgeons I can see. I close my eyes and rest from the screen’s glow, and I ache for those shaded cool creeks with the water tickling my ankles, the stones shifting beneath my toes and I think of the minnows and the crawdads, and of the pixels telling me about sulfur dioxide and formaldehyde and all the poisons with fierce-sounding scientific names that I can’t picture and don’t understand. But I understand they are deadly, in the air and in the water, and if I pull memories I can hear the whippoorwills’ soothing refrain and the frogs’ steady croaks and I wonder, Do they sense time running out? And I think about our citizens: those in tree stands, those who take no stand against corruption, and those who deem cruelty as blessed by God, boasting success among our ruins. And I pause. Breathing in the neutral air, I look at my clean fingers and scroll up the pixelated news. Copyright 2021 Lucy Koons
Writer’s Statement:
The poem Mountain Valley Pipeline was inspired by a Sierra Club magazine news article called In the First Person: A Fenceline Community Member Speaks Truth by Elizabeth Jones https://www.sierraclub.org/articles/2021/03/first-person-fenceline-community-member-speaks-truth. My two poems from which I selected words and phrases were (1) Woe to the Country, and (2) Creatures.
Bio:
Lucy Koons is a Virginia native who has lived more than 20 years abroad, mostly in Lebanon and Qatar. Koons is a writer and editor who began her career in Washington, DC, on Capitol Hill. Overseas she worked at The American University of Beirut and Georgetown University in Qatar. Koons’s favorite activity is going on adventures with her husband and daughter.
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A beautifully written poem that fills me with sadness at why we are destroying. Thank you, Lucy
Thank you MaryJo for your thoughtful comment. Sometimes the situation feels so hopeless and the outcome inevitable. I’m at a loss as to how to help change the course of the situation.