We float to the surface, and we see that there is more to the world than the ocean. We see stars. Then one day, we hear a song from far away. It could be nothing, a new dance of energies made by stars muttering to themselves… but it could be everything. We pull tight to your direction in the hope that the universe may gift us a conversation. A banquet. In Australia, a SETI Technician asks her colleague, " A fake from 44 parsecs?" In Nevada, a soldier flinches as unidentified craft fly overhead. In Beirut, a mathematician pets her cat and thinks about language. We are coming. For the hospice orderly with open arms, the seamstress in her alleyway shop, the lawyer angry at her neighbor' s sloppy garden. For you are many, and cannot speak as one. And yet we see you communicate without words. We see you organize and build. We see you killing us.
