for John D. Barrow
That there’s a universe and we have minds
To ponder it, intelligence that finds
Its way into the mysteries of space
And time and life—is an amazing grace;
Yet how all came to be’s a mystery
Beyond the scope of science and history.
That does not mean we cannot speculate
About this cosmological estate,
Imagining the origin of all—
A sudden burst from something very small,
Like an idea igniting in your brain,
Seeking a metaphor it can maintain:
The seedling of a poem that will grow,
Revealing what you never knew you know.