If there is one, the reason
for it must be
spread so thin
and evenly across the planet
that all the men and women
and even children dodging
do not see it,
though they lend it
a little more credit
with every new instance
of their constant and
deliberate looking.
The only scintilla of a hint
they get is the golden,
splendid, spacious
daily-ness of it.
This unnoticeability
is encouraging
to scientists; scholars say its
constancy reassures.
The burning frivolousness
of light illuminating
empty space might serve as
evidence—how dependably
each night it fails;
just as in the morning,
how it never fails
at returning.
