Big Bang By William Spell Jr We are made of the same stuff, You and I. Not of common stardust as all are, As all things are, As bark, fur, the air Surrounding Earth, As the insides of things, As agate, newborn seeds, beating hearts. If a universe is born in a big bang and Nothing can hear it, Is it a bang? How big could it be, anyway, Everything jumbled up together Moving away from everything Before there was light? How surprised those first elementary elements must have been When light rushed by them, When it struck them, When it made them glow. We could easily have missed each other, You know. I might have wound up a comet Flying across the galaxy Streaking through your sky, You, looking, Wondering, Wishing, Watching my fiery trail fade On another dark night. Yet, here I am.