When I was a child
I, too, listened for the Invisible Man,
looked for him in between things,
tried to lure him out with prayers—
but, a natural scientist,
when he never showed up
I abandoned the hypothesis.
The play, I realized with amazement
and then with glee, didn't need a director!
The machine didn't require a ghost!
I would, after all,
be allowed to grow up,
and I could—and can—
imagine no greater grace or glory.