A Poem for Urbana by Will Reger


I. The Poem I Am Planning

My idea is to give the city a poem to reflect its past and dreams.

The poem I will write will contain the city's life in full, its jazz, its parks, its lights, its art, libraries, schools, orchestras, and certainly its poets, artists and their grand celebrations, and even for the way a favorite book sits lightly in a child's hands at bedtime.

A poem with room for every good thing that is ours.

The poem I want to write will hold the dark moments, too, when tornadoes tear through, when we drive others away, when we lose our own, when fire blizzards strike, when the broader world comes with its demand for soldiers made to die in foreign lands.

Here, in this poem I am thinking of, is room to mourn our lost children, room to welcome strangers, inflamed with shadows, at home with birds, the sharp eyes of coyotes, raccoons, the broad symmetry of grass and sky, with pointillist flowers meant to beautify and adorn the chambers of our lives. Wandering we get a sense of the land beneath the clouds, the shapes of their shades moving with grace. The light, then shadow, then light again, reflects something in our hearts, and we move like clouds over the grasslands and fields, bed down with rivers of light; asleep in the backseat of peace, in the mystery and intimacy of night the way the first ones experienced night, and our need to live and pass on the best of our vision in poetry, as gentle as the rise of the land, its sweeping fall, a vision of words that buzz and sting, words that curve outward as we pass, words left by the wake of our passing.


The rest of the poem is attached below. We hope to have it published and bound, and have it available to read by the people of Urbana. We will keep you posted.

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