Before our telescopes were strong enough
to see the shape of Pluto, minds inferred
its path by how it jiggled other stuff,
yet no one finds such subtlety absurd.

And though our eyes can’t straightaway inspect
encounters in the dark – we have to peer
peripherally with vision indirect –
nobody claims all night sights are unclear.

Enlightenment is not obtained by force
and wisdom isn’t often where we seek.
Sometimes the cart belongs before the horse –
our territory’s vast, our paths oblique.
I say you’re immature like it’s a fact,
when all I have to go on’s how you act.