The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.
The Captain put down the volume of Emily Dickinson poems he was reading when he heard a knock at the door, and hobbled over to answer it. Upon opening the door, he discovered his old friend and former colleague Mark Yancey standing there with a tired smile on his pale face. His head of red hair was edged with gray.
The Red Cloak, Chapter 4, The Brain