-- on Easter Day, 2014 --
An Easter egg on which to chew:
Perhaps our universe is spare.
It promises there’s something true
then makes us squint to see it through
the glare!
First Kepler plumbs the murky fen,
then Hubble scrapes the infra-rare
beyond the small concerns of men,
beyond their dreams, beyond their ken,
beyond their care.
We scratch our heads and mind it not.
The world spins and we all turn grayer,
insure our lives against the rot,
surmising whether Earth be but
a single single-payer –
an orphaned whim of deity
that God created on a dare.
It brought Him little gaiety
to sport with earthly frailty
and biological despair.
Or else we’re one of many such,
with life existing everywhere.
He scoffs but doesn’t ponder much
on pebbles in His cosmic clutch.
“Six billion more dependents to declare!”