not to shoot at the people

sometimes i wonder
if the sun is really hung in the sky

with his rope that is too strong
to burn break or loose,

sometimes i wonder if he didnt
just poke holes in the black blanket
of night

and shine a torch right through

sometimes i wonder
if he isnt up there
with a huge pipe
smoking out clouds
that litter the sky

and that science is just a complex
way to describe
something
he does simply
comically
wonderfully.