Not the Center

We thought we were the center Then the telescope said otherwise

We go around the sun And the sun goes around the galaxy And the galaxy is one Of two trillion Rushing apart

Not the center Not the center And every time we found a smaller seat We found something bigger to fit it in

We thought we were special Handmade and separate Then Darwin drew the family tree And every living thing Was a cousin

We thought our minds were clear glass windows Looking out at truth Then the neuroscientists found Many voices in the chair Each one wearing your face

Not the center of the universe Not the center of creation Not the center of our own minds

And still here Still asking Still building telescopes To grind one more lens And point it back out

Not the center And glad of it We grind a new lens And point it back out