Two Sonnets for Science

At 84

I look from the tower of years I call my life
Into the pit: no time but space, no here but there,
No sense but memory, everywhere nowhere –
The doubtful story, the knotted handkerchief,
The where-are-you ever-present dead, whose names
Transport me instantly to childhood, tracking
The long way back to Christmas in a stocking –
So DNA designs the stuff of dreams,
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