Two poems from At the Dimensional Border
In our battle to be rational, we posit,
based on three points, a plane, and say it extends
— not knowing whether the universe is finite
or infinite — indefinitely. Heady
with the notions the brain entertains, the liberties
it takes. The brain with our lightweight priceless belongings
suitable for starting a home, a world
packed in the suitcase of our cranium.
