Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Category: Blue Oak Nature Reserve

  • When Stillness Calls

    How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen? I realize it’s time to unplug when the world starts to feel louder than my own thoughts. Emails stack up, deadlines multiply, and even moments of rest begin to feel scheduled. When that happens, I notice a familiar…

  • A Poem of Los Angeles, First Part

    Urban Space & Ecological Memory Los Angeles is often seen as a spectacle: film studios, freeways, and the ceaseless growth of a city driven by movement. But beneath this image lies a landscape that has long been inhabited, named, and listened to by Indigenous communities whose ties to land and water come before the city…

  • A Month-Long Stay in California’s Nature Reserve

    Describe one of your favorite moments. One of my favorite experiences was my month-long stay at the Blue Oak Ranch Reserve in California, where I worked on ecological projects. The beauty of the ranch was captivating, and as a nature lover, I truly cherished my time spent alone. The highlight of my stay was befriending…

  • Reflection: The Moon and Sun

    I watched the beauty of this morning’s moonshine, clutching my sweater. It’s strange because we associate the morning with the sun and the night with the moon. I stood before my tent to fill my lungs with the purest air and see the sunrise. This quiet time was disturbed by passing aircraft gliding up the…

  • Sunrise

    Sunrise here happens in installments, first, it gets to the hills, then the valleys, and everything else Behold the happy sunriseFrom chasms unknownTo the bluish clouds, pureTo heave the gold blanketOver the hills and vales,Over the highs and lows,A moment—solemn, unspoiled

  • Blue Oak Ranch Reserve (BORR), California

  • Moonlight

    Purely handsomeImmaculate phantomCircle, one of gentlenessOffering the galaxy,To all, and sundryLight and calmness,And breezy evening tideFor all, and sundry

  • Rabbits under the cabin

    I trust you’ve heard of Snakes on Planes and Puss in Boots, but never of rabbits under the cabin, and maybe that’s not a thing yet. Well, there’s always a first time for everything.

  • Lake Poem

    The calm lake lies quietSome of its parts greenOr reflects bluish huesIn them, bullfrogs hideFrom murky watersThey commandeer all,With deep, loud bassThe lake may be quietGrumpy bullfrogs aren’t

  • Mountains in Stories

    There are stories about mountains, and there are mountains in stories. It makes perfect sense that places play a crucial role in narratives.

  • Oak Wilderness

    Pockets of green, here and thereSpread across a vast wildernessBlue skies, roaming deer, and harePretty birds in a reptile paradise The night will convey dark cloudsStreams flow into a wonder lakeWith the sound of life piping loudAll for this gentle oak land’s sake