Why poets and science get along

The big questions are too huge
(What is time, where is god?)

So smaller shapes are stretched to take their place
(Does she like me? Will I fit in?)

In the space of a universe these are
infinitesimally,
indescribably

small. We make them into worlds.

our scientists can telescope through
time and break
our bodies into a database
of traits and shapes

but no phD, thesis, theory
can form a plan
that might finally win
the wars of the heart

(Even the organ is a misnomer.
wars of grey matter, maybe.)

In this love is like
molecular, particle
physics.

Stand back, it mostly makes
sense

Stand inside and it all falls
to pieces,
tiny bodies that follow no path-

and each is alone.