Thursday, April 18, 2024


We like to think that 
matters are settled; 
we think we have the facts. 

But what we think of as truth
may only be 
the middle—or even 

the beginning—
and brief as 
dew on morning grass.

Can you picture the universe 
before it was set 
into motion? 

How about the Earth 
devoid of all creatures; 
before it even had its oceans? 

It's far simpler to hope 
in a dream 
to glimpse 

the ancient races 
and their poets: the joys 
and burdens they would carry;

the paths that they would trod. 
Next time you seek
a final answer, think first 

of all the wildly different 
names they must have had 
for god.