Poetry | August 19, 2021
Six Poems by Bruce Campbell
I Hear the Continents Are Drifting Like Great Granite Pirates
I hear the continents are drifting like great granite pirates
and that matter hangs like a tapestry
whose threads are wove through vacuum,
that birds are fragments of dinosaurs and
whales invented algebra,
and I believe it
all for the sake of wonder.
And if philosophy might be science with a leaning toward hyperbole,
if paleontology could cohabit with quantum field theory
and plate tectonics meld with ethnomusicology (shanties, specifically),
if mathematics joined hands with cetology,
if we cared to make a whole of all we knew in part,
then birds are heirs to brontosaurs
and whales taught Newton calculus
—logic weds with art,
and wonder, like a weed the garden needed, grows through all we know.
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