Science is built of facts

      much as our worldviews
      were made out of truths.

            Not all of them,
            nor them alone.

In the world, my eyes and ears
collect glints and creaks from the world
as it was when it shed such photons and sounds.

            My brain collates and extrapolates, creating a
            collage of the world as it may well be
            when next I shift or speak;

      when I am going to catch a ball,
      my hands go to where it will be.

            Seeing only the future,
            tomorrow is a mystery.

Tomorrow is a day like today
and today is mysterious: what is it that lies
under the skin that is shed in glimpses of such creatures?

            Tomorrow will surely surprise no less
            than today, for the world no less
            than science was made for


the unworldly.