The Reality of Sunsets

Athens, Georgia

March 7, 2011

Scientifically speaking, sunsets

are unreal, nothing but

electromagnetic oscillation

diffracted by dust

detected by cones

delivered by neurons

       upside down

reorganized just so

you can pull your beach chair

next to mine and watch the sun

cross an imaginary line

and together we can reconstruct

what never was, yet

brings forth tears. Shall we

say a word or just enjoy?

You can call this what you will

but I would say it’s love.

Scientifically speaking, God

is unreal, nothing but
historical construction
discerned in dreams
dissected by logic
deposed by knowledge
       bottom up
as we reconstruct 
from foundations of facts
new towers to heaven
while ignoring again what
philosophers have found,

that no proof can forever
bind firm temples of truth
to ever quaking ground.

Cerebral God of new tribes
of the civilized savants

who slash the soul with

unassailable argument –   

that God has died, so long

live what lies beyond,

what comforts tears and

calls forth song, what
sustains more kindness
when none is due, what
surprises your heart with
unearned joy. Shall we

say a word or just rejoice?

You can call this Adonai,

Al-lah’, or Father God. From

what I read and think and feel

I would say it’s Love.