Our Science

Modern Law---
Earth rotates---
All things were wrong,
Galileo.

Separated from God
For one moment---
The Earth span
And I felt our science.

I awoke to a cold sun
Gray in the windowsill;
Creation's rhythm unsynchronized
So that all on the earth teetered.

All of our daily chores 
Frustrated, providence hadn't
Ordered our goings to or fro.
All were given unto chance.

It felt like vertigo.