Sons of Erin Make Wayward Scientists

Background:
We dig a well with what we believe
then start shoving people in
until the best place on Earth lies
70 feet or more from the real
and everybody down there agrees
on the way things should be.
In this culture of holes, we are
as true as our stories—always
the physics of life among Irish,
where personal history changes
according to the best response
from listeners to any old tale,
because time talking is a gift
of love, and love is the line
in time along which our skulls
slide toward the destination.

Proof:
I had no idea my uncle would rob a bank, or my aunt
would cover for him with a story about Canada and
secret roads across borders when Uncle Roger
was simply cowering under the front porch steps.
But, take the ways to see forever, astronomical tools
big as pyramids, sleek as telescopes and satelites,
and the police with all their radar still can't find
my relatives right beneath their big flat feet!?!

Confirmation:
As old alchemists suggested things as stars,
they found stars. Astronomists theorized
planets just like Earth, and announced
today there's 37 million of them.

Me:
I theorize the brain is a quantum field,
which only begins to explain the Irish.