Dispatches from a moth invasion

Nature speaks, an original poem about listening

I was in Mongolia. Teaching English as a second language, north of the Gobi desert.

A moth migration was taking place and it fell in earnest upon the capital city of Ulaanbaatar.

I was in a dry and dusty region where I taught my summer students, virtually moth-free.

Photo by Dembee Tsogoo on Unsplash

The grey-winged invaders

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bypassed Bayankhongor, the little town south and west of the capital that was my summer outpost, in favour of the big city.

While I missed the brunt of it, when I returned to UB, there were traces of the creatures.

Disembodied wings tumbleweeding down abandoned streets. Cocoons like so many cotton balls in cloth curtains. Stories of the plague from colleagues who witnessed it day and night.

Tales of lighting candles and seeing the insects dive headlong into flame.

Perhaps I'm remembering these insect stories because it's August again (when I had my adventure those years ago) and there's a cycle to these things: memory, migration, Mongolia.

Perhaps it's because I'm on vacation and intentionally outdoors, absorbing the solitude and surprise of the natural world.

Whatever the reason, I'm more attuned, listening. And am reminded of a poem I wrote from Mongolia walking dry riverbeds, hearing the whispers of wings on the far reaches of the world.

So I wanted to share the poem with you.

Nature speaks

nature speaks
the earth grows a voice in me
I am older for hearing it
        
     “learn the lesson of the  
  moth 
       seek light”

nature speaks
I ask it questions
     
     “learn the lesson of the
  shell
          listen”

nature speaks
words are not an obstacle
it walks through them

     “learn the lesson of the 
  beast
        bear your burden”  

nature speaks 
it consoles me

      “learn the lesson of the 
   eagle
        fly”

nature speaks
it wastes no time in words

   “learn the lesson of the 
  seed
        die”

Thanks for indulging my nostalgia.

Whatever outpost you're stationed at this August, I hope you can seek out some moments of solitude and surprise.

~ AK

1. This article is from a later time, but gives a sense of how invasive and overwhelming the moths can be to a region.