On the Anthropic Principle

If all was as it was at the beginning

Because its consequence must be its cause,

Being is but the foreghost of becoming,

Freedom the future source of present laws.

And if our ancestors must ratify

Their being by begetting memories,

They sing themselves to being as they die

And we fulfill their ancient prophecies.

And if this moment is the spring of what

Will one day call our moments into being,

They walk among us, potent, lovely, not

Yet born, and shape our seasons with their seeing.

Frederick Turner

From April Wind, © 1991.  Reprinted by permission
of University Press of Virginia.

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