The sages have gathered
In the late afternoon
To discuss important ideas,
Argue over details, collaborate.
Beads of sweat form on their foreheads.
They calculate, measure, dissect rats
That run through a maze
Of differential equations.
They reinvent the symphony,
Make predictions about the fall of dice,
Wear out their erasers,
Leave no small stone unturned.
They design a cathedral
Using only Euclid’s ruler and compass.
Solutions are simple, they conclude,
But the problems are endless.