for Stephen Jay Gould
Should you wish to span the gap between fact
and fact, why not slap a handy spandrel--
the ornamented panel between an arch
and its right-angled box--on the spot?
It slots so neatly, like a spanner
in the gears of a clock. Stare long enough
at the air beneath the string of a stair
(where we store bucket, mop and excess stuff
--unless a second stair's secreted there),
or at the circumflected hats about
the peg (round) in the hole (square)
that indicate an absent "s" and tell
us how and where to stress a vowel's sound,
and you're bound to have ideas expand
and spread into spearheads arrowed,
however off-mark, straight at the bowels
of this perplexus. So what if they bounce
back? So what if what they posit's merely
noumenal, nominal, epiphenomenal?
So what if it's a scoundrel's tack
which does nothing so much as explain
the by-catch of your hyperactive brain?