April 25, 2015
Last night I was a luminous being
marching for the extinct like me, once
deemed a terminated “race.” We danced, humans,
joyous for life itself. Lit from within,
our exotic talking protoplasm swayed to ancient
drumbeats. We forgot our divisions, embracing
the fragile. All of existence stood still so
that all would exist. The living procession
under paper and sticks, waving itself back
into tribe. I felt alive. Under stars and starfish
and the Great Blue Heron like the one I friended
who was my size, who sat beside me, mourning,
on the bank, close enough for an arm around.
Four eyes gazing into a mucky river at salmon still
determined to spawn. Still we breed. We love and
grow. I, the almost extinct of our species, lay down
my arms. The sheep and cattle replaced by white
rhinos and pandas. I bear the loss in this rebirth,
this living global consciousness, and weep
for us all. I wept for joy, for us — for All!
For the Procession of the Species going on now and the Luminarias pre-procession event last night.