by Lewis Turco

The scientists say that what is going on
Is still the Bang that first emerged from nothing,
Becoming shortly everything that's known.
Not ALL, however, for a little something

Must have been left over: our balloon
Swells with altitude in the summer air,
Seeming to grow larger, like the moon
Sailing though an evening soft and fair.

But what about our bursting universe?
What is the "air" in which it must expand?
Since "outer space" is, though it seems perverse,
Part of the cosmos, is something else more grand

Surrounding us? Something we must face
Beyond Creation? Outer-outer space?