Big Bang

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.