In Searching the Heavens

In searching the heavens
I have many times gazed into the abyss,
refuting its vision defiantly.
On the shore
I have seen sparrows falling
on counted grains of sand.
I have dissected drunken boats
whose glorious treasures were lost
in the depths of the ocean.
And in the end,
I have come to understand
that when I choose to listen,
I may hear the voice I seek more clearly
in the senseless questions of a schizophrenic,
than I do
in the answers provided
by the mountain climbing mystics.