Kathleen Graber

May 9, 2014 Graber Kathleen



America, I have a friend for whom everything went south

after the death of her cat. It seems melodramatic

& hyperbolic to say so, though sometimes

even the melodramatic & hyperbolic are true. Another truth:

She saw it coming, but there was nothing she could do.

First, she adopted two feral kittens someone had found

in a garage & when that didn’t work, she phoned

the local shelter & took in five more.  Like the everything

that unfolded thereafter, the opening act was slower

& more complicated than I am making it now. Today,

I drove a long way to the airport in order to fly directly

into a blizzard & back. Someone in a control tower

somewhere should have known this was a bad idea—

something we all wake up early in order to discover

we don’t actually have to do. But there was no red alert

from the airline in the inbox above the forwarded story

of the tortoiseshell cat in Florida, which had found its way

two hundred miles home. America, because

we would like to know where we are going & what

we will find, scientists have released animals

inside planetariums & tied magnets to the heads of turtles

in order to prove that it is possible to set them off course.

They have surgically removed most of the anatomy

from living homing pigeons & still, we are stuck

with the words instinct & gut. Also sometimes amazing

aptitude. Holly was reduced to skin & bones & raw footpads.

Domestic cats rarely pass through the Everglades alive.

Do not be ashamed. Who doesn’t have a hungry wilderness

inside? On the plane, I sat between a Jehovah’s Witness

& a student of cognitive psychology on his way to an interview

at a memory lab. She read aloud her favorite passages

about love & judgment. She said, The Lord gave us a chance

to be gardeners & look what we’ve done. America,

we know seabirds only fly on starry nights & the dung beetle

pushes its golden ball in a perfectly straight line, using

the Milky Way as its guide. More and more I try to forget

where I am. Who would not feel frightened on a burning

planet in a radioactive sea? It’s not faith or loyalty. Only fact.

We are small & afield. Give me your hand in the dark.

Kathleen Graber is the author of two collections of poetry. She is an Associate Professor of English at Virginia Commonwealth University.