|The Palisades cliffs overlooking the Hudson River|
The WORLD is a beautiful place.
The world IS a beautiful PLACE.
The world is a BEAUTIFUL place.
That’s what climate deniers see
outside their car windows in country sides
during their Sunday afternoon outings
playing I Spy and singing patriotic songs,
the father’s bass grounding the sopranos
in “Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory”
and “America the Beautiful.”
It’s true. Looking out train windows, I see
beauty in the Hudson River Palisades—
tall, stark, grand—these cliffs seem to be the west
bank of the river bed. At least from here
no bottles and no dead fish are visible.
Maybe none are there. Maybe the trees are
thick as they look—at least no fires burn.
I take picture after picture
The world is a beautiful place!
The world IS a BEAUTIFUL place
The world is a BEAUTIFUL PLACE.
Saying so makes it seem other places
exist—other places besides this world
which out this window looks so beautiful.
Out other windows may be floods and fires
and pestilence and hunger which distort
what climate deniers know to be true.
But world is like an elephant
in front of blind men trying to see it.
World is an elephant with various
climates and terrains, with gravity,
with tears for its sick and dying children
and hope for its precarious balance.
This, too, is beautiful: the ways our world
tries healing and remembering, the ways
our world holds impressions and roots and bones,
the ways our world makes fossils and amber
and fuel and mountain ranges, and the ways
our world rages and gauges its own skin
with razor-like toe nails and with rock slides
and fire, water and howling sounds of grief.
Our world’s loss of patience is beautiful.
It’s beautiful from behind clear windows
where tourists sit to take pictures to post
on social media. So beautiful.
For Sumana's prompt
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast