Of Things Scientific

By Vicki B. Wright

In a moment labeled

“Quality time,”

I gaze with you at the stars.

Your little-boy excitement

Tugs at my heart

While thoughts

Of Copernicus and Galileo

Lend me a moment to

Teach.

So I ask,

“How do they stay in the sky?”

Then my tears send the stars swimming

In a misty kaleidoscope

As you teach me

With your

Faith:

“I think

Heavenly Father

Glues them

To the clouds.”