Gradually, we decided Science
Should reduce everything into its smallest bits
Instead of enlarging Life’s array with the binding threads
That we knew before our history was put down

We lost the ability to translate trees when
Life became civilized;  we learned instead
That there was no time for our hidden bedrock
That knows gravity and rain and loss, still.

At some point we put that God in a jar in the
Basement;  we didn’t carry it around anymore
We heard voices telling us of lost things
Indistinct voices from a distant Tannoy

Saying it was a sad compromise that we made
The loss of the vision of all the world’s beings
Talking to each other through the ground
Forming perfect alliances and symbioses

With the solid things that still move but
So slowly that we can only dream of harmony
Like stars wheeling beyond the space of time
Our instrument detects echoes of gravity

We can’t see them anymore
Those artifacts that are the face of cosmology
We count the many particles, evidence of an unseen hand
Now an enigma, though once it was ours.