Dependence Day
Though the Fourth of July deserves the parades,
Speeches, and fireworks that commemorate
The declaration of our independence
From the country we left behind us,
What about adding a holiday in early spring
With a focus more global that honors dependence
In all its varieties, beginning with the dependence
Of the animal kingdom on the kingdom of plants,
And the dependence of both on the minerals
They’re composed of, the elements left behind
After a star, having exhausted its fuel,
Fell in on itself and exploded. Here we are,
On a planet composed of stellar debris,
Alive together in a spacious cosmos—
That’s the theme of our holiday as we pause
To acknowledge our debt to our providers.
Dear brotherly spear of grass, pushing up
From a bed of star ash, we salute you
For making the oxygen we depend on.
Dear sister cow, browsing the grass in a field
South of San Antonio on this fine April morning,
It’s your milk, we’re glad to proclaim,
That’s provided the slices of cheese for the sandwiches
In the lunch boxes of the farmer’s children,
Rosemary and Travis, as they ride the bus
To the high school on Dependence Day.
Today every class, no matter the subject,
Will try to widen the usual frame of reference,
Including the health class taught by the school nurse,
Mrs. Deronda. Students, on other days
When we’ve talked about microbes, we’ve viewed them
Primarily as invaders. But today we want to acknowledge
That clusters of them—far more numerous than the stars
Visible on a clear night beyond the town glare—
Are busy within us, protecting and nourishing.
On other days, when discussing addiction, we’ve focused
On the damage that drugs can do to our bodies.
But today we’ll be dealing with the damage
They’re doing in cities south of the border
To people who won’t cooperate with the drug lords,
Who have to leave home to save themselves.
Today we’ll be looking at photographs of families
Camped on the Rio Grande, longing to cross
Into our country and begin again.
It’s obvious how they depend on us.
But today let’s focus on our dependence on them,
How only through them can we be the people
We want to become, the fabled welcomers
Of the huddled and homeless, ever loyal
To the hopeful republic that once proved willing,
Though we brought few assets
We could identify, to let us in.