Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Between Stars
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
In this week’s poem Portland’s Martin Steingesser remembers how getting lost in the woods at summer camp helped him to find himself.
Between Stars by Martin Steingesser
“In between stars, what distances, and yet, how much vaster the distance we learn from what is right here.” Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to OrpheusWhen they sent me away for the summer at four, the journey itself felt like a year. Mornings it was make the bed, swab the toilet bowl, sweep floors. After, we assembled in ragged lines, each a team with an animal name, like cubs or tadpoles. A counselor wearing a whistle on a cord called out activities: softball, swim… He’d blow the whistle, and everyone ran to one. I would turn, walk off into some nearby woods, lose myself all morning. It’s a wonder no one missed me. At least, no one came looking. Don’t ask what I did. What I remember is the glow— every moment, leaf and grass blade, every stone, sunlight scattered among them, patches of white fire. My heart hummed, more home lost in woods than I have ever felt— unless you count the territories of poems I’m called to write, in which I lose myself, not unlike the way I wandered those woods. I might as easily been walking among galaxies, green distances between leaves endless as stars. My own certain way—maybe where poetry began for me, before thinking, before knowing, speechless in the green world where I wanted to stay.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2013 Martin Steingesser. Reprinted from Words & Images, 2013, by permission of Martin Steingesser. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to Gibson Fay-LeBlanc, Special Consultant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at email@example.com or 207-228-8263. Take Heart: Poems from Maine, an anthology collecting the first two years of this column, is now available from Down East Books.