Recently at the 2018 Split This Rock Poetry Festival, I purchased a copy of ghost fishing: An Eco-Justice Poetry Anthology edited by poet Melissa Tuckey (University of Georgia Press, 2018) and, below, I offer a sad poem about "counting" from this anthology. There is much to value in this fine anthology; follow this link for more information.
As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us
As things grow rarer, they enter the ranges of counting.
Remain this many Siberian tigers,
that many African elephants. Three hundred red egrets.
We scrape from the world its tilt and meander of wonder
as if eating the last burned onions and carrots from a cast iron pan.
Closing eyes to taste better the char of ordinary sweetness.
Hirshfield's poem also is found in the Split This Rock Poetry Database along with many other poems of environmental concern and protest. It was first published in Washington Square Review. This link connects to work by Jane Hirshfield featured in previous postings for this blog.