Utensil

I don’t remember learning to use a fork

Although I am now aware that I did, 

I knew atoms were small but then came the quark;

Is this how Columbus felt when he landed?

The realization; manifestation 

Of something just out of reach and yet known

All along, the topic of conversation 

Is the harvest of seed that once was sown.

These discoveries show that mystery

Is the stuff of our own sparse invention 

And the narrative we call history 

May be no more than classification,

But why should we rob ourselves of wonder 

With this pedantic theorizing blunder?

 

                        Onward and Up

                        Into the deep

                        No river too far

                       Or mountain too steep

                      Discovery’s the thing

                        That makes us Man

                        In spite of ourselves

                        In spite of our sin, 

                        Yes, curiosity is a part 

                        Of that divine spark

                        That leads us to find

                        The quark and the fork.