The Whispering Universe
And suddenly we felt their dance
whose gravity had touched us all.
It made me shiver;
it made me laugh;
it even made me cry,
for I'd heard what so many
had waited for for so long,
the Voice of the Universe,
a whisper through spacetime.
The two dark lovers
brushing each other
on a merry-go-round
in a faraway cloud
have been telling us all
for billions of years
that Einstein was right
before he was born.
Their secret encounter
rippled through space
in bursts of poiesis
that in our time feel unparalleled.
In their meeting
they engendered a voiceless offspring
who forever would stand
alone
and silent
in the universe
her domain.
After her birth, she's been lonely
in this obscure region
of the unknown world.
Sadly she's been deprived
of a part of her forebears
that was transmuted into energy
and was sent as gift to let us know,
insignificant beings of a faraway system,
that the wedding of titans
was not for us to attend,
but only to eavesdrop on.
The Whispering Universe is full of promise,
second to none in its unpredictability.
But when I hear its complex language,
I can't help but wonder
if I can thrive in verbs and nouns
as beautifully as the black holes do
in their simple dance of cosmic intimacy.