JAMES GRABILL
THE SIZE OF A PERSON ON EARTH
At least on one clear night each year,
suns of the Southern Hemisphere
should be visible in the North, so the eyes
of Western supremacy could see where we are,
along the edge of a vast saucering galaxy
we’re infinitesimal parts of. If this were arranged,
supremacy in the North would have the chance
to look overhead into the thick body of suns
and matter of our galaxy swept by cosmic forces
around the core. They’d be able to see a wide
spiral cross-section, a cosmic Kundalini spine,
the compass needle used by late night travelers
such as African dung beetles (Scarabaeus satyrus)
proven to rely on it in the dark. If the Southern sky
were over the North, Western arrogance could see
Alpha Centauri, the Carina Nebula, and Southern
Cross flaring brightly enough for eyes on this planet
to realize life probably exists on countless planets
and moons, perhaps even on asteroids or comets,
that the way matter assembles into cells, the cells
collaborating establish intelligence, for as it is
on Earth so it must be elsewhere. We evolved
the capacity to prepare for more than we’ve seen.
The volume on this needs to be loud enough,
given the 7.6 to 9 billion of us that our actions
have put at risk, where consciousness continues
to evolve and the late night sky ought to be
enough to humble anyone, colossal or small.
BIOGRAPHY
James Grabill’s work has been published online at Terrainonline, Calibanonline, The Decadent Review, Sequestrum Ginosko, and others. Books – Poem Rising…. (1994), An Indigo Scent… (2003), Lynx House Press. Ecological prose poems – Sea-Level Nerve: I (2014) & II (2015), Wordcraft of OR. New collection: from Cyberwit in India - Branches Shaken by Light. Forthcoming from Raw Art Review - Eye of the Spiral. For years, he taught all kinds of writing, lit (Shakespeare, CNF, & Beat Lit), & global issues relative to sustainability (w/ books by Lester Brown & Al Gore along with The Post-Carbon Reader). August 25, 2020
Image and words courtesy of © 2020 James Grabill