Too quiet

I can’t even scream

to the universe

at the top of my lungs

to ask her what the hell

is going on here—

i was told

sound can’t travel

in space

do you think the universe

did that as a joke

that she’s right up there

ready to listen

but once we get smart

enough to think to inquire

how the existence of

earth has transpired,

we’ll learn science said no

shouts can’t reach any higher

than atmosphere level down here.

so we’ll fire a rocket!

brilliant plan

with an offering and

list of questions in hand

“hello!” we exclaim

at the top of our lungs

to the universe

but she can’t hear

so we try again

little louder this time

“excuse me!” we shriek

“i think you’ll find this is

as important to you as

it is to me”

but the universe can’t hear you—

she’s sound asleep.

she couldn’t have done it on purpose,

you see

because with no sound,

she’s as lonely as you, even me

who would wish upon

themselves such a destiny

when anything

in the universe 

could be done

so we’re alone,

i conclude from the lack

of reply

it’s up to us, i suppose

to find truth the sky

Just like the old days, Writing Wednesday. Nah just fancied writing a poem today and wanted an excuse to post something.