ODE TO THE ALIEN
Beast, I've known you
in all love's countries, in a baby's face
knotted like walnut meat,
in the crippled obbligato
of a polio-stricken friend,
in my father's eyes
pouchy as two marsupials,
in the grizzly radiance
of a winter sunset, in my lover's arm
veined like the blue-ridge mountains.
To me, you are beautiful
until proven ugly.
Anyway, I'm no cosmic royalty
either: I'm a bastard of matter
descended from countless rapes
and invasions
of cell upon cell upon cell.
I crawled out of the slime;
I swung through the jungles
of Madagascar;
I drew wildebeest on the caves at Lascaux;
I lived a grim life
hunting peccary and maize
in some godforsaken mudhole in the veldt.
I may squeal
from the pointy terror of a wasp,
or shun the breezy rhetoric
of a fire;
but, whatever your form, gait, or healing
you are no beast to me,
I who am less than a heart-flutter
from the brute,
I who have been beastly so long.
Like me, you are that pool
of quicksilver in the mist,
fluid, shimmery, fleeing, called life.
And life, full of pratfall and poise,
life where a bit of frost
one morning can turn barbed wire
into a string of stars,
life aromatic with red-hot pizzazz
drumming ha-cha-cha
through every blurt, nub, sag
pang, twitch, war, bloom of it,
life as unlikely as a pelican, or a thunderclap,
life's our tour of duty
on our far-flung planets,
our cage, our dole, our reverie.
Have you arts?
Do waves dash over your brain
like tide rip along a rocky coast?
Does your moon slide into the night's back pocket,
just full when it begans to wane,
so that all joy seems interim?
Are you flummoxed by that millpond,
deep within the atom, rippling out to every star?
Even if your blood is quarried,
I pray you well, and hope my prayer your tonic.
I sit at my desk now
like a tiny proprietor,
a cottage industry in every cell.
Diversity is my middle name.
My blood runs laps;
I doubt yours does,
but we share an abstract fever
called thought,
a common swelter of a sun.
So, Beast, pause a moment,
you are welcome here.
I am life, and life loves life.
--DIANE ACKERMAN
(from "Wife of Light")