There are still mysteries with us
Science can only expose as witness.
We orient ourselves in zones
Surrounded by these vast unknowns,
Our knowledge like a fire at night
Creates illusions of deep insight;
Time present knows time past as sure
While time future is to now obscure;
When moments move from now to then
Events become what soon has been
A certainty from that next place,
Like shapes before we could not trace,
Though solid nonetheless in practice,
If temporal sense did not distract us.
I cannot see around the bend
Yet know it is there, one step beyond,
But how we find our way remains
Mysterious to our big brains.
We know some animals possess
A keener sense of their distress,
A stronger sense of smell than we,
While our minds work emotionally.
Here is one sample mystery:
How does a bear find its way back
Not where it wandered when it went
But in a straight path home, returning
By night more slowly, surely knowing
Not the way but directly going?
Advance of science left behind
A by-passed partisan of mind
Who ventures in that invisible
Wilderness with implication
For basic human predication.
Our mind moves like the bear and goes
By unknown ways our being knows,
But how it gets from here to there
Remains a mystery we bear
As comfortably as our skin
In this fire’s warmth and heat within.

