Terra Nullias
Oct 24 2023
I was surprised to learn
that dandelions and earthworms
are not native here.
That for millennia
this unknown continent
beyond the edge of the earth
got along perfectly well
without them.
Our sort
left Africa
and occupied the world,
inexorably pushing outward
until there was nowhere left to go;
opportunists,
thriving, like all invasive species
with no natural predators.
And in the vast borderless land
that was America
greedy for more.
So how long
until we belong,
entitled to be here?
As natural
as the Noah's Ark of animals
that so delighted and amazed
the first Europeans
to scramble up its shores?
Which, having been born and raised here
is hardly how I see myself.
And gazing out
at what we've made of it —
the wild rivers
diked and damned;
the patchwork
of plowed and fenced fields;
the great cities
with their glass-walled towers
sparkling like confections of light,
as if to say
night or day
doesn’t matter to us —
the question seems absurd;
hard to imagine
it wasn't always like this
and we weren't always here.
So how long
until we truly fit?
Until this continent
is our rightful home,
and its altered ecology
the new normal?
Or have we so remade it in our image
there's no way to tell
who was here first
and who invaded?
The terra nullias
that never wanted us
and we never thought to ask.
The term terra nullius is conventionally used in a political sense: the presumed right of more powerful newcomers to claim the New World for themselves, not only because no other monarch had as yet planted his flag, but also because its existing inhabitants were either subhuman, unworthy savages, or simply didn't count.
I'm using it in a different sense: our ancestors planting themselves here — along with their farm animals, beasts of burden, and pets; their seeds, bugs, diseases, and vermin — as if its untouched flora and fauna didn't matter.
There are larger biological questions, as well: how long until we stop calling something invasive instead of native? And isn't everything essentially invasive, considering that nothing in nature ever stays still: every organism is on the move, every one is an opportunist.
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