Sober for a little while, I long to
join Einstein’s cosmological constant,
then learn about dark energy’s milieu,
theory of some scientists insistent
we’ve an ever-expanding universe.
Yet again, I lose possession before
I’ve gained it, find once more my hopes reversed.
Call my sponsor. He laughs. Recalls our core
values. Notes even doctors pray for faith.
Quotes William James’ line on courageous leaps.
“Dreams altered reality in The Lathe
Of Heaven,” I retort. Still, my guide keeps
me honest: “Our heaven’s here, if you think
so or not, where angels guard us from drink.”
Roger Armbrust
January 25, 2010
