ark sailed backwards through the centuries
beyond the reach of modem scholarship: Einstein
nothing to which it was related, Galileo
failed to trace its course in the stars, da Vinci
only speculate on its design, Columbus
was the boldest, with the least successful result—
when it was found at last,
by the shepherds acting on a tip-off,
was much smaller than we had imagined, just
a wooden box, with a few beasts attending,
adequate, you'd think, for the deliverance
of all humanity from the flood of judgement,
single occupant asleep, and over all the covenant sign,
not a rainbow but Golgotha, the soul's true Ararat.
Having sailed out of history in sonnet 13, the ark is now re-discovered in its most potent mythical form as the manger at Bethlehem.
Ararat The resting place of the ark cf Genesis 8:4.