The Universe’s Unanswered Question

By Giesle Thompson

I don’t have to shout 

For Her to hear me 

For She is all around me 

I whisper and She hears.

But if this is so, 

Why doesn’t She answer?

Why have all my questions

Fallen on the still air of now?

Maybe no response means everything, 

Maybe my question means nothing, 

Maybe I'm not worth answering. 

Maybe I’ll see a bird fly in the distance, 

Knowing it was meant for me

Or maybe She just doesn’t have the answer.

Before She leaves me in the void of

A life I don’t know what to do with, 

My outer shell holding 

Onto broken pieces. 

Can She please answer?

Will I be okay?