Behind The Curtain

Is something unphysical
in charge of this world

That lines every moment,
unseen and unfurled

Scientists say NO,
breathing fire as they shout

What is it then
that scatters atoms about

Darwin had his theory,
well accepted—unproved

That things change themselves
 on condition and mood

But somewhere deep
in the backs of our minds

A notion lay hidden,
firmly placed to remind

This proof we so revel in,
whose truth we revere

Has constantly changed
since the dinosaurs were here

So try to stay open
as new data evolves

Remembering the axioms
it now must resolve

And tune in to something,
not burdened by facts

The rock of all ages
—still blindly intact

(Radnor Pennsylvania: October, 2020) Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)