A Word

I see it now:

Our lives have been spiraling towards this,

Ready to converge in a single word

I can't reclaim.

Like the moon's gravitational pull 

Makes the oceans swell to her,

Your being moves me

In ways I can't control.

I lie awake, with all of time

Expanding and condensed,

Thinking about milliseconds 

That mean the death or life of everything.

Is this how god felt when she wondered

What word to use to breathe life into the universe?

Did she, too, question the right intonation,

And agonize over the ramifications

Of saying that word at all?

Maybe now she looks upon her creation 

And wishes she held her tongue.