Edinburgh, May 2004
by John Manson
is everyone's question,
The weak and the powerful.
It cost me nothing to know
from its abundant appearances
that everything was possible:
to observe the earth,
to criticize life,
to give a stick to the stubborn,
to take five hundred and eighty-three lives without going to jail,
to sell the moon to the unwary even though I might have said,
Hell, hell, I demand an explanation!!!
I asked myself if indeed
The universe is a magnet for scientists
Or matter for the religious.
discussions, trivial and profound,
end up discovering
I and you,
the problem of living in order to die
or in paradise
Clear! or something similar.
There are the two 'I's' and the neighbour opposite,
The question unwind underground
In the transparent fringes of the mildness of the Most High amen,
And the pedantry of the inflexible professor;
Conversing in a disciplined way
Of the credible,
With a foot in the cosmos
And the other in science,
And I, private,
With thoughts well-established
On the earth.
Surely existence isn't a childish matter or some crazy idea that tingles