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.