Verification What further evidence will now be needed to assure Us that behind the strictly physical there’s something more, And that the natural world is clearly ordered from above, Than seeing how the normal parent cannot help but love A child? Though some may raise the specter of “the selfish gene,” Philosophies thus tendered are reductive and obscene To broader understanding. Faith will never go away So long as there is life. I’d like to be on hand that day When Richard Dawkins, sainted for consistent subtle lies, Is carried, kicking and screaming, to Doubters’ Paradise. Time Enough It often has been said that life is brief, That time is like a surreptitious thief That robs a man just when his cup is full And brings him low by gravitation’s pull. But I asseverate that life is long, With more than time enough for every song Worth hearing to delight the mortal ear Before angelic singers disappear. And furthermore, as I have come to know, The steady press of time proceeds so slow That every figment of your fondest dreams Will be played out exactly as it seems, In animated analog slow-motion. Pelagic realms that float above the benthic Imply a level all-sustaining ocean Where nothing truly owned is inauthentic. C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press.