The First Sound
I screamed only once. It was
the sound the universe made when
it was born, the sound it will make
when it dies.
They tried to take my daughter away;
Perhaps that is why it stopped
at only one.
I think it flew out the window then,
and might still be orbiting out in space
with all the other dust particles that make up the universe.
Once in a while, it must pass by
close enough to pull echoes of that first and only sound
from a place I cannot otherwise access.
And I remember.
And I feel.
And I wonder.
And then it moves out of range, and