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  physician and essayist Lewis Thomas writes that scientists and poets look for "the points of connection between things in the world which seem to most people unconnected."12 Indeed, Holub revels in this role-seeing new worlds through the lens of a microscope:

  Here too are dreaming landscapes,
  lunar, derelict.
  Here too are the masses
  tillers of the soil.13

Holub saw no contradiction between science and poetry. He remarked, "I have a single goal but two ways to reach it. I apply them both in turn. Poetry and science form the basis of my experience."14 As Mary Karr notes, he thrived at the nexus of art and science.15

Indeed, Holub adores learning of any kind. For instance, he lauds his elderly mother studying Spanish.

  She started at the age
  of eighty-two.
  She falls asleep
  each time, page 26.
  Algo se trama.16

It is because of such perseverance that Holub has faith in humanity. Despite everything, we retain our capacity to adapt and progress in the face of challenges from each other and the natural world.

  But above all
  we have
  the ability
  to sort peas,
  to cup water in our hands,
  to seek
  the right screw
  under the sofa