The Poem, the Poet:
Elizabeth Dodd is a poet and essayist who teaches at Kansas State University. Her most recent books are Prospect: Journeys and Landscapes (essays, 2003), which was winner of the William Rockhill Nelson Award for nonfiction; and Like Memory, Caverns (poems, 2001).

Marginalia

1.
The color of sulphur,
pine pollen
gilds the edges
of the standing water.
By morning,
each vanished pool
will leave its pale
figuration, outlines
of some former life.

2.
When a problem perseveres
without solution,
someone said,
you have to change
your language;
it becomes a fact.

3.
We circled the Pond
in steady rainfall, all
the distant hillsides hidden
in the drape of cloud.
The path was lined with wire
fences, limits that preserve,
perversely, something
wild. The wild rises,
falls, and cycles back.
It cycles, mutely, back.

4.
How is it, this morning,
in the drooping gray
of rain, new needles
on the pines seem lit, as if
by sunlight? The bright,
new green is burning,
in the face of darkness,
from within.

5.
On the listserve, updates
tell us of the grizzly,
wounded by a gunshot
to the head. All winter
she kept moving, never
bedding with her three
young of the year.
"The cubs are very
sleepy," our correspondent
wrote. "They've all lost
weight. We worry they
have trouble keeping up."

6.
Each gleaning
from the day's continued
congress rests, ephemera
detained awhile by
notice. How lonely we are
unless, like this,
we gesture outwards.

-- Elizabeth Dodd