Humans

 

To think we gathered here, however briefly,
on a strip of sand soon swallowed by the future,


to eat and drink and laugh, as if it mattered,
then turn, refreshed, toward ordinary ends—


by whose authority took we that pleasure
in the herons and the foxes and the whales,


yellow butter, orange lilies, cottontails
bouncing in the green of turnip beds—and then


by night, the wine and music in a glowing spiral,
spread above our lightened heads, the fragrant table


and the rest that emptied every hand of book or plough,
of weapon, needle, pen—and in whose mind


do we remember it, our loving, which is less than half the story
for we creatures rarely grateful, seldom sorry,


bent on shortening the temporary—who will stay?
Just this: by wondering, we learned to pray.

Michael Quattrone

Michael Quattrone (he/him) is the author of Rhinoceroses (New School Chapbook Award, 2006) and the songs of One River (Wolfe Island Records, 2018). His work is included in the Best American Erotic Poems and the Incredible Sestina Anthology. Recent poems are forthcoming in Poet Lore, New York Quarterly, and Harpur Palate. He lives in Tarrytown, New York, where he reads poetry for the Westchester Review and serves on the board of the Hudson Valley Writers Center.

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