cosmology breeds theology


i sit up at night just to be alone,

during the day there is no escaping humanity.


i search for a bench in the park

away from people, there is no such bench.


marketa is asleep, i am tired,

soon i'll be sleep beside my sweet one.


for now, i'm thinking about something

i read today, that the milky way,


our cozy little home in the cosmos,

is some two million light-years across.


two million. think of it. a light-year,

i had to look it up, is six trillion miles.


two million times six trillion. my goodness,

that a lot of miles. i was staring into the blue,


paused in my search for a bench,

to look up and think about those numbers.


i could come up with no sensible way

to get a sense of it, and thought—


that degree of vastness is inhuman, 

humans need a scale by which


to measure themselves, ourselves,

not something so outlandish as the cosmos.


i thought of god reaching out to touch man,

to kindle life, to take a rib, it seemed less outlandish.


i thought of satan, of the archangels, of the descent,

of virgil and the styx, those i could imagine,


not the vastness, which i have to take on faith

no less than the other, the creation story—


i would invent such a story if were ur-man, ur-woman,

i couldn't sleep at night otherwise, 


thinking about the blue sky and beyond.

i would make it up, and make it my last thought of day.






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Written on 2020-06-27 at 08:50

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Humans crave meaning and understanding. They've always done as you would do. Good poem.

What a search the search beyond blue sky.Loved your thought...there is no escaping humanity...Such a good work,as always.