Noise (IP)

An infant bursting into white light wails.

Shattering, the sound wave washes outward and is lost

in the general background hum.

A tired mother clings to the echo.

In space, there is no sound.

The universe is silent.

Within a tiny margin of error, everything is space,

everything is silent.

Noise is life, a very small thing indeed,

and listening is chasing the solar wind:

but hear that first cry, a birth, a life sending out ripples

to die on the surface of an ocean-clad planet.