“Einstein For Beginners” will never work.
A little information makes you look like a jerk.
Do you remember what you were doing
When you first heard of light-years?
Do you remember what you were doing
When things changed for everyone?
When you looked up and saw
The eight minutes twenty seconds old sun?
Did things change for you?
Of course they didn’t.
Poe discovered the Big Bang. Nothing is new.
Do songs originate, or soothe your fears?
Look at the light, shining on your little dears.
Songs make us love, cry; then, broken-hearted, we listen for even more tears.
Is now impossible in a very big place?
What is now to a distant star?
Already in the past. That’s what you are.
Was that a moment ago I kissed your face?
I’m thinking about love and the intricacy of careers.
I would like to do mathematics but I don’t know how.
I feel the sun on my face—
I feel in the vast universe there can be now.
A little bit of heat. A little bit of glow.
Your love for me. That’s all I know.
