The Search

The Search short poem

Uploaded by Keith Wilson


Within quadrants..
within transects…
they divided the sky,
they combed cirrus clouds,
squeezed ripe cumulus dry.

Within zones…
within layers…
they divided the sea,
they netted frail salps,
calculated densities in degrees.

Within hypothesis
within theories
they divided the stars,
they viewed light years glow,
measured expanding worlds afar.

They did learn…
they did grow..
intellect did churn..
lenses did bestow.

yet…
without the slightest defiance,
living softly sewn,
unreachable by science,
a heart was grown,
creating a garden
that is still unknown.

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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