They come and go

Like subatomic particles,

Hinting at existence

Then disappearing into the ether.

 

I have been on the hunt

For over six decades and

Am still lost in a struggle

That defines time and space.

 

If the Desertron had been built

I would have moved to Texas,

Purchased a broad-rimmed hat

And filled it with enthusiasm,

 

Sitting intently on the rolling hills,

While scientists accelerated matter

In the hopes of exposing something

That explains everything.

 

Maybe someday,

When I'm alone in a seedy bar

Or adrift in a senseless daydream,

It will finally come to me.