We prayed for the game warden’s blindness.
We prayed for the road home.
We ate the fish.
At noon, fox lolls in the sun
rises and trots, pausing now and then
to look my way.
A prelude to what can be expected in the future was provided by the events of August and September 2017, when the military was called upon to provide disaster relief in the wake of three particularly powerful hurricanes — Harvey, Irma, and Maria — at the very moment California and the state of Washington were being ravaged by powerful wildfires.
How have these ligaments
held, for their umbones, each life’s intention
of never letting go?
You may remember my father
died when I was eight
my mother closed up
the house and we went to stay
with my grandmother for a few months
We can envision Earth entering a fire age comparable to the ice ages of the Pleistocene, complete with the pyric equivalent of ice sheets, pluvial lakes, periglacial outwash plains, mass extinctions, and sea level changes.
E.O.Wilson says we already know
what happens to elephants—to us—
when families are broken, when
matriarchs and memories are lost.
Call them God if you must
these messengers that bring hard evidence
of what I once was and where I have been…
Samsara’s in every in-breath, each shutter click of attention: first warning
signs of famine, children lining up
for the soldiers’ candy
The season was autumn. Threads of smoke
unwound from the chimneys. Every compass pointed
Goodbye elephant bird
Who frightened Sinbad.
Curleau, lapwing, crake.
Goodbye mascarene coot.
Sorry we never had a chance to meet.