Poem-a-Day - "Origin Story" by Leah Naomi Green

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Origin Story


Leah Naomi Green
“What is dying is the willingness to be in denial.”
            —angel Kyodo williams

The heron flew away 
and I wanted to tell someone   

how long it stayed,  
how close I got, 

how much I missed it
even as it stood

to watch me, 
large-eyed animal

that I am, terrible 
at believing what I can’t see.



You see fire in the home
where we live: the world

in cardiac arrest.
A heart attack

is not the onset I want to say
to someone, it’s the flare.

It illuminates what’s already here:
the forests

illuminated, the earth
lit as an origin story.



Here you are, 
I say instead, 

aloud, surprised
at how close 

I’ve been holding you
in the dark.

Flame yields 
no new landscape.

It bares the contours 
like a map



so we can see
where we’ve been all along, 

can see one another 
as we walk, and say,

for once, nothing 
at the fire’s steady flight, 

like a heron 
lifting in loud beats, 

our silent mouths open   
as if to give it a tunnel.

Copyright © 2021 by Leah Naomi Green. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 1, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“This poem was written during the summer of 2020—a season of wildfires and global BLM protests—as deep problems were becoming visible to many in power. For the speaker of this poem, flames make visible a world beyond their own speech, revealing that the abstract ‘someone’ they have been wanting to tell about their love and fear for the world is, in fact, a very real ‘you’ with whom that world is shared, and with whom, therefore, they are already in reciprocal relationship. It is attentiveness to the world beyond themselves that helps the speaker to say ‘for once, nothing,’ but instead to open their mouth in awe and let the world enter them. This poem is ultimately hopeful that the light of destruction is also the light of origin, by which we might see and reorient to the world beyond our own speech.‘Origin Story’ owes gratitude to Rosalie Bull.”
Leah Naomi Green

Leah Naomi Green is the author of The More Extravagant Feast (Graywolf Press, 2020), selected by Li-Young Lee for the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets. She is the recipient of the 2021 Lucille Clifton Legacy Award, and teaches Environmental Studies and English at Washington and Lee University. Green lives in the mountains of Virginia. 

The More Extravagant Feast
(Graywolf Press, 2020)

Judges’ Citation by Camille T. Dungy and Dr. Katharine K. Wilkinson

“The second stanza of ‘Origin Story’ won't let us off the hook, reminding readers what is really at stake and what all this means, but at the same time, the poem rests in beauty and wonder and love and hope, teaching us to look, and look again.”

About the Treehouse Climate Action Poem Prize 

Leah Naomi Green’s “Origin Story” is the second place winner of the 2020 Treehouse Climate Action Poem Prize. Established in 2019 with generous support from Treehouse Investments, the prize is given to honor exceptional poems that help make real for readers the gravity of the vulnerable state of our environment at present. Beginning with the Saturday after Earth Day, Poem-a-Day will feature this year’s three winners.

“Riverkeeper” by Margaret Gibson
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“Divergence” by Diana Khoi Nguyen
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Thanks to Sumita Chakraborty, author of Arrow (Alice James, 2020), who curated Poem-a-Day for this month’s weekdays. Read a Q&A about Chakraborty’s curatorial approach and find out more about our guest editors for the year
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