we sat on a park bench
in the middle of the night
(best time for science)
the scientist and I

about the stars and
what they might think of
eager idiots who
had forgotten the
danger of crime

and so we debated
the old chestnuts
brain versus molecule,
rational versus empirical

objective versus subjective
role of word in
determining the world
beauty of the star versus
the greater beauty
of its poem

and so we
laughing, chatting, cursing debating
about the beauty, glory and
mystery of it all

missing these guys called Godot and
Pozzo as they walked by
looking for two other guys
like us
somewhere in the
multiverse, called
other Gogo and Didi