The speed of light

The thought of the speed of light

is enough to give you a fright

if you dwell on it

It’s a bit out of our range

and strange

Our bodies don’t compute

can’t come to grips with it

Flesh and blood and bone

are almost a stone

around our necks that wrecks

our understanding of the world

We’re hurled into the metaphysics

and dangle

indisputably out of place

in the race to know

what it’s all about

An angel might figure it out

But how can we unless

we depart from earth..

establish the worth

of it all….?