
The
Big Picture

I try to look at the big picture.
The sun, ardent tongue
licking us like a mother besotted
with her new cub, will wear
itself out.
Everything is transitory.
I think about the meteor
that decimated the dinosaurs.
And before that, the volcanoes
of the Permian period—all those burnt ferns
and reptiles, sharks and
bony fish—
that was extinction on a scale
that makes our losses look like a bad day
at the slots.
And perhaps we’re slated
to ascend
to some kind of intelligence
that doesn’t need bodies, or clean water,
even air.
But I can’t shake my longing
for the last six hundred
Iberian lynx with their tufted ears,
Brazilian Guitarfish, the
four
percent of them still cruising
the seafloor, eyes staring straight up.
And all the new-born marsupials,
red kangaroo
the size of honeybees, steelhead trout,
river dolphins, so many species
of frogs breathing through
their damp
permeable membranes,
I can’t get them out of my mind.
Today on the bus, a woman
in a sweater the exact shade of cardinals,
and her cardinal-colored bra strap, exposed
on her pale shoulder, makes
me ache
for those bright flashes in the snow.
And polar bears, the cream and amber
of their fur, the long,
hollow
hairs through which sun slips,
swallowed into their dark skin. When I get
home,
my son has a headache, and
though he’s
almost grown, asks me to sing him a song.
We lie together on the lumpy couch
and I warble out the old
show tunes, Night and Day…
They Can’t Take That Away from Me…A cheap
silver chain shimmers across his throat
rising
and falling with his pulse. There never
was
anything else. Only these excruciatingly
insignificant creatures we love.

*Ellen
Bass' most recent book of poetry, Mules
of Love, was published by BOA Editions and
is the winner of the 2002 Lambda Literary
Award for Poetry. Ellen co-edited the groundbreaking
book, No More Masks!: An Anthology of Poems
by Women and has published four previous
volumes of poetry, I’m Not Your Laughing
Daughter, Of Separateness and Merging, For
Earthly Survival, and Our Stunning Harvest.
In 2007 her next book of poetry, The Human
Line, is forthcoming from Copper Canyon
Press.
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