By William Spell 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 are. 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 Some unseen force vibrating new things into existence Moving everything away from everything else Before there was light? How surprised those first tiny elements must have been When light rushed by them When it struck them When it made them glow. We are made of the same stuff, You and I. Not of stardust but of what created the stars What animated them What set the stars in motion All those eons ago. We could easily have missed each other, You and I. 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.