Tom’s busy proving infinity comes in different sizes.
This is the present
he’s waited all evening to give me.
I’m too tired to follow, though it boils down to one
extra
number
squeezed in diagonally,
found by a man
hounded into madness.
Yorick’s skull, once full of infinite jest, is just an empty shell
& mine feels vacant too, straining
to keep pace with Tom’s explanation.
The late hour’s unwound me. His proof covers a full page,
now another.
My chin rests on my hands, which are flat
& stacked on the table.
I watch his pencil dance
from pencil level.
My brain’s a curvaceous 1940s Chevrolet ennobled with chrome, sailing
at a stately rate
down the right lane of the highway.
Other drivers peer as they pass: Who’s in there?
I’ll brush my teeth in my sleep.
I’m gonna dream infinities,
adjustable as seatbelts.
Relentlessly we roll towards one, a horizon,
cruising ever onwards, speeding-a-
speeding away—
Two perforated shells from Algeria
might tell us what
our brains were thinking 80,000 years ago.
Symbolic cognition: or was its birth in Blombos Cave
South Africa, geometric shapes engraved on sea stones
rubbed flat, a row of variously sized Xs.
Pattern containing meaning.
Science keeps me from sleeping.
I sit up all night on the spent couch, my book a neon blur
of highlights. I see myself on a dig
pecking at embedded fossils,
maybe a mandible with plaque
microbiologists can read by means of chemistry,
genetics, whatever those magicians do.
This thought of human thinking
rooting back those aching years gives me—
what is it . . . faith? consolation?
The fact our species stretches back so long, so far,
implies we might grip Earth a few score more
millennia before the robots overtake us, hybridize
our once-in-a-universe minds.
All those cranial wrinkles making surplus real estate
for thinking, cramming in our pricey wiring,
all the energy it takes to run our symbol-making brains.
The smaller my age whittles me, the more I’m smitten
with a bigger picture, how this species lets one thing
stand for another.
Viva symbolic cognition. Language: art:
poetry. Viva pattern, containing meaning. Viva you & me.
