Why do you lately come and go?
Don’t you like being with me anymore?
Is it that you too are tired?
Was it something I said or did?
Will I know when you’re gone forever?
says that if your only tool is
a hammer, you treat everything as if
it were a nail. But if you
are the nail, then you view everything
as a hammer coming down upon you.
1633: Galileo Galilei was put on trial
for saying that the Earth revolves around
the Sun. We are not the center.
They knew better than God who seems
to have been the one who planned it.
[ Back in April 1633, Galileo agreed to plead guilty and was sentenced to an unlimited period of house arrest in his home in Florence for this offense. He gradually went blind and stopped looking to the heavens. It took until 1992 for the Catholic Church to formally admit that Galileo’s views on the solar system are correct. ]
We wander the building, looking at signs,
hoping somehow to find the right one.
But what do we know? We’re lost.
These monastic, austere, lonely offices hold someone
waiting for us. The door unlocked. Enter!
(This poem recalls two moments from “Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden, though much more literally than Hayden.)