Being Galileo

I row,

I row against the tide,

I rage against the wind.

I rage.

We make no progress,

I feel your spittle

on my face.

We both shout the truth,

or so we believe.

We cannot both be right.

There are constants;

incontrovertibles,

things we cannot dispute.

Yet we do.

I believe you believe.

I know you know:

You have told me so.

Only one of us

can be Galileo.