Wizards

Some day soon
all scientists and doctors will
find themselves breaking
down into tears of joy,
suddenly hugging their
secretaries for the first time,
and running out from their
offices, out into the streets
screaming with glee, madly
searching for any magician,
shaman, witch, miracle
worker, hypnotist, or
faith healer they can find,
just to say hello, just to
walk up, grab them by
the shoulders and say,
"I really love you, man,
and I'm really sorry for
all the, you know, the
misunderstandings over
the years. I just
wanted you to know
that I believe in you,
I really do. I just can't
deny it anymore; I just
can't hide. I finally made
peace with the mysteries
that have always been and
always will be part of
our lives. I just wanted
you to know that if
you ever need anything,
anything at all, feel free
to call me, day or night.
Here's my card." At the
end of the day, all the
reductionists and
specialists, all the wizards
and wise men all across
the globe, will sit down
at the same tables and
feast, and drink, and
laugh, and poke fun
at each other and
howl at the moon. None
of them will actually
believe in each other, but
at the very least they will
toast to the thought.
The clinking of their
glasses will be heard on
every star, and everyone
will wake up the next day
greeting ghosts like old friends.

(2006)