This Week’s Reflection

For your own practice and discussion.

Dante Di Stefano

AS THE WORLD POPULATION SURPASSES 8 BILLION, I PURPOSELY MISREMEMBER
A LINE FROM ANNE CARSON’S SAPPHO AND HEAR IN ITS UTTERANCE THE SONG OF THE HUMPBACK WHALE

More of us than ever before walk
the Earth at once. All over the globe more
men and women fall in and out of love,

and open windows frame more rain-facing
faces than ever before in the history of
storms. There are more children learning the sad

math of growing up than ever before,
more dead goldfishes flushed down toilets, more
middle schoolers unlearning the bass

guitar, string by string. There are more old men
eating canned peaches beneath olive trees,
more family trees scrawled by red crayon

in the script and meter of ancient seas.
Strikingly beautiful gray-haired women
bow over raised beds of roses with much

more frequency than in any other
era. There are more mothers and more kisses,
more eyelashes fluttering mascara

butterflies, more desires, more hands both slapped
and held, more kids praying beneath covers
in the middle of the night. There’s more tears

by millions of liters, much more despair,
and surprisingly much more stupid hope
to cling to, to flip-kick off the wall of—

more smudged pencil x-es on love letters,
more lipstick traces on coffee cups, more
hips, thighs, breasts, sighs, biceps, collarbones, aches

in the groin, in the knuckles, in the beat
of breeze against branch, of throat against verb,
more to fear, to love, to praise, to sing with—

to thread into the horizon’s pink hem,
to pull from pine needle and leaf alike
this hymn of the planet spinning into us.

 

Photo by Jess Loiterton | Pexels


Photo by Jess Loiterton | Pexels