The Klamath Flows Again
–inspired by John Branch, “Tracing a River that Was Freed After a Century,” NYT
Dammed by the arrival of
beaver trappers,
gold miners and timber harvesters,
farmers and ranchers,
the river was strangled
by 400 vertical feet of water stoppers
and lake makers.
Not until tens of thousands
of dead salmon and trout washed up
on the lower banks of the river
did the dam-removal movement
gain momentum and the power brokers
pay attention. The sacred fish reappeared
days after the last dam fell.
This month some 30 Indigenous teenagers–
whose ancestors could cross
the Klamath on the backs of salmon–
embarked in kayaks on the 310-mile
First Descent to the Pacific Ocean,
singing a water song to celebrate
the return of their living relative.
Elders blessed the expedition
by burning root of wild celery
and the feathers of a hawk.
The shoreline of lakes have faded
as the river has found its old course.
Now the water that carved the canyons runs wild again.
The young kayakers are naming the rapids.
They are paddling on riffling currents,
passing salmon swimming upstream.
With the journey to the ocean,
all their relatives will be newly connected.
Water has memory, the tribal elders say.
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I had an emotional reaction to this piece and the care with which you tell his story. I love “The sacred fish reappeared/days after the last dam fell.” and “singing a water song to celebrate/the return of their living relative.” and “The young kayakers are naming the rapids.” Shew!
Fantastic, Gaby. This poem reminds me of Linda Bryant’s poem about a restored river, also fantastic.
My river is in Washington State too. I love it that they are destroying old dams and putting nature back in charge.
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I love the care and the power you bring to this restoration piece. The map is a great visual for it, too. I have enjoyed your visuals and poems all month. I look forward to seeing what springs up in the next two days.
Great write, Gaby!
This a spectacular story! I love it that the river is running wild again. I’m right there with the elders.
Beautiful, Gaby – a story of redemption. Have you ever read “Beaverland”? I was reminded of it with this piece.
Beautiful and heart-cheering story!
Love it. My favorite part was this: “The young kayakers are naming the rapids.”
embarked in kayaks on the 310-mile
First Descent to the Pacific Ocean,
singing a water song to celebrate
the return of their living relative.
Oh, sigh…
This poem is remarkable.
Water has memory, the tribal elders say
Some cultures in Africa say the same. We need to listen!
Thank you for sharing this wonderful, environmentally -inspired poem.
3rd and 4th stanza sings promise
Beautiful reckoning of nature. I love the third stanza and those 30 indigenous teenagers. How they changed the course of time and the river.
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