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)