We hear the background noise
of the beginning of the universe.
like a worn-out cassette
or the hiss of a snake from a far-off garden.
see ten billion years
backwards into time.
the new Magellans. Our galaxies
are beautiful flowers of red and blue.
virtual explorers. We stay
where we are and bring the universe
of the bad habits of constellations: we watch
and marry, then bicker and explode.
Our photographs have given us an idea—
remaking the universe
as a theme park. We have made
calculations. Our prize will be
the film of God, waving to us
unimaginable space and time.
Somewhere out there we believe is life,
are now less certain
of what there is down here.