A Scientist's Acrostic

Sunday's Poetry Corner:

Poem: "A Scientist's Acrostic" by Jennifer Gresham, from Diary of a Cell. © Steel Toe Books, Bowling Green.

A Scientist's Acrostic Scientists are like beetles Crawling over the earth, antennae twitching, In tune with the mysteries Einstein whispered under a star-polished Night sky. He chose the celestial playground by Convention-even logic, as beetles know, can be Enhanced by beauty. Illumination dawns after years of Scratching through dark leaves, dirt. Lying on one's back, legs flailing, Is temporary, and not, as some imagine Fundamental failure or Even such a bad thing.