Watson & Crick, Thank God
At any moment revelation comes
Perhaps not like a flash of light that blinds
And leaves us prostrate on the road. Life’s crumbs
Are not all; often though they fill our minds
As if sublimity does not exist.
Yet even crumbs might do the trick if we
Would focus on them. They might be the grist
Of serendipity, epiphany,
And highest moments for the soul. A grain
Of sand, one poet says, contains the world,
The universe, the whole. We need not strain
To find the ultimate. The small is furled
With deepest mysteries inside. Just search
Our DNA 
for mysticism’s lurch.