We gathered at Sol Farm, most from different parts
A motley crew of scientists social and those from the arts
Experienced steady hands discoursing with young upstarts
And the usual suspects of greying and aged old farts
Were we here to solve the problem of science in the arts
Or the arts in medicine, a debate that stops and starts
Ideas thrown into the stew like tentative pub darts
Suddenly blown off in the wind like vulnerable hats
Exploding and exploring ideas, concepts, methods and crafts
Uncertainty holds supreme,
The social scientist, transient, data and theory laden departs
Leaving the dancers, singers, dramatists, locals to their arts
Expectant.