Words Come in Waves
Kris Kneen
We take our measure of the universe
because
there must be more than this
live then die
one life
metered out
after another
(is that all there is?)
We put our eye to a lens
and light gives us
moon then planets then stars
a whisper of the infinite
one galaxy
metered out
after another
(is that all there is?)
we put our ear to an interferometer
and gravitons
hurl themselves invisibly
at a trembling mirror
held up to space
two black holes collide
awesome destruction
a warping of fabric
long and deep as space
also time
broad enough to clothe the universe
in four dimensions
the upward inflection
dwarfing the rumble of bombs
the bright alarm of sirens
the cry of a child
the sigh
I look into my own imperfect mirror
(is this all there is?)
judging harshly
one day we’ll ask
(is that all there is?)
now we are busy
polishing mirrors to hang out in space.
the planet shouts
too loud
to hear the universe whisper
no
lean close
past the din of terrestrial differences
financial constraints
(that’s not all
there is)