dear body of water: a poetic water-harvesting project ๐ŸŒŠ

Did you know the Missouri River โ€” also belovedly known as the Big Muddy, the Mighty Mo, and Mniลกoลกe (“turbid water”) by the Dakota and Lakota โ€” is the longest river on the North American continent?! This wide river of silt and sediment churns its way for over 2000 miles from western Montana down across and through six other states to merge with the Mississippi and on to the Gulf of Mexico, and its watershed drains around 1/6 (!!!) of the United States’ landmass over an area of 500,000 square miles. If you’re not a numbers person (๐ŸŽถit’s me, hiiiiiii!๐ŸŽถ), here’s a visual representation of the breadth of the Missouri’s drainage basin, highlighted in light green below:

Image of a map of the continental United States of America (no Hawaii or Alaska) with six major river basins highlighted in light green, light blue, pink, gold, dark blue, and yellow. The river basins highlighted include clockwise the Missouri River basin (in green), the Upper Mississippi River Basin (in light blue), the Ohio River Basin (in pink), the Tennessee River Basin (in gold), the Lower Mississippi River Basin (in dark blue), and the Arkansas-White-Red River Basin (in yellow).

It will never not be astonishing to me that here in Mid-Missouri we are so close to such a robust and essential body of water and river-system, one that I believe deserves our reverence and respect. If you feel the same way, I encourage you to participate in Dear Body of Water, a communal interdisciplinary art project dreamed up from the scientifically poetic mind and experience of Gretchen E. Henderson. Henderson launched Dear Body of Water out of the University of Arizona Poetry Center in the August 2023 ahead of the publication of her book “Life in the Tar Seeps: A Spiraling Ecology of a Dying Sea,” with the goal of inviting humans everywhere to reflect on, consider, thank and address the bodies of water โ€” including our own, as the human body is 50-60% water โ€” that engender life on our blue planet, whose surface is itself 71% water.

Here’s the founding poem of the project, a gorgeous call to water-beings everywhere ๐Ÿ’ฆ:

DEAR BODY OF WATER,

to write a love letter to you

is like catching waves. Your waters

slip through my grasp. Even

in stillness, you move:

evaporating into the atmosphere.

In this closed basin, with no

outlets to seas, rain unsettles

sky. Lessening snow melts

down rivers to your saline body.

Fewer birds flock to marshes

and habitable shores and islands,

some fossilizing into fragments

of feather and bone. Microbial

life swims finless, luminous and immune

to the burning sun. Time is

not a river here, trapped as

temperatures rise. As your

shores retreat, my sea inside

melts into watering eyes.

The human body is mostly water.

The planet is mostly water.

We are all bodies of water.

Rivers and oceans,

aquifers and bays, streams and tides.

Dear Great Salt Lake,

dear bodies of water,

dear you and me: do we

miss perceiving our once-and-future

interrelation? What happens if

we turn fear to care, lost and found,

grieving into deeper loving?

Wake our hearts. In the palms

of our hands, wash over

a few words to share,

DEAR BODY OF WATER:

There are a couple of ways to participate in this ongoing “interrelation,” and the project will be soliciting responses across the many bodies of water of the world through the rest of 2024.

If you don’t want to share a response publicly, that’s okay, too. You can always view the map of the project to see other folks’ responses and then share your thoughts/feelings with whichever body of water you’d like in a more private ceremony โ€” even a small “thank you” under your breath or in your head as you approach your favorite creek or pond or puddle would be wonderful. ๐Ÿ’Œ

Here’s one of my responses, for the Grindstone Creek that skirts one of my favorite places in the world, the Grindstone Nature Area:

WATERSHED

how might I wear

the river’s heart?

and how many hearts

swirl beneath its sheets

heavy with iridescence? I draw

each slipping tear

each soothing wash

upward

near the dear

parts of my shrewing

self I wish I could shred

but don’t. yes, or okay, or โ™’ the water

says. let your rash

of emptiness rush raw

into rest.

Photo of a brown dog with a blue harness and leash standing knee-deep in and drinking water from a flooded creek. The creek water is a turbid brown color with rapids in the top left quadrant of the photo. On the far end of the flooded creek is bright green vegetation. The dog stands on a concrete path that has been completely covered over by the creek water.
My dog on the flooded Grindstone Creek in Columbia, Missouri, July 4th 2024.