One more poem from The Revenant, called "The Last of a Species."
We're thinking about the fact of some species of animals,
particularly the great blue whale is in danger
and there's not really anything that can
be done about it because there are so few of him left,
and the ocean is so large that the chances of finding
each other to mate are very remote,
and it's possible that they could just
become extinct by swimming around the rest of their life
looking for a mate and never finding one.
Imagine trying to find a woman in the state of Texas,
or even New Jersey.
You are the only ones both moving,
you can't get word to the other, even to stay in one place.
You pass in the night or not, you will not know.
From each hill another horizon which way will you go?
There are so many directions.
You are growing old, your seeds drying and dreams
of others who will not come.