Melody For Atheists

You Richard Dawkinses
of the world. I love you, but you think
you can know
God isn’t there.
Even though

your own colleagues
one building over believe
that curled within
our conventional three,
too tiny to see,
there are eight more dimensions.
That at least
was their latest memo.

And so you stroll,
gazing around in what you conceive
of as neutrality.
But just as we don’t feel
the speed with which our earth
is twirling and racing
through space, so you don’t
feel your frenzied

on the deadness
of particles
on the concept
of random.

Meanwhile, you’ve crushed an ant.
Crushed a tiny, delicate
brain, wherein
I insist
God’s cousin was napping.


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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