Unpacking A Globe

I gaze at the Pacific and don’t expect
to ever see the heads on Easter Island,

though I guess at sunlight rippling
the yellow grasses sloping to shore;

yesterday a doe ate grass in the orchard:
it lifted its ears and stopped eating

when it sensed us watching from
a glass hallway—in his sleep, a veteran

sweats, defusing a land mine.
On the globe, I mark the Battle of

the Coral Sea—no one frets at that now.
A poem can never be too dark,

I nod and, staring at the Kenai, hear
ice breaking up along an inlet;

yesterday a coyote trotted across
my headlights and turned his head

but didn’t break stride; that’s how
I want to live on this planet:

alive to a rabbit at a glass door—
and flower where there is no flower.

— Arthur Sze

Earth as seen by the crew of Apollo 17.
NASA

American poet Arthur Sze was the first poet laureate of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

[Research note: Andy Fogle, “Interview with Arthur Sze: Seeking the Silk Dragon,” Teachers and Writers Magazine (June 12, 2015)]

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