Love in the World by Keith Moul

I posed a question for my love.

I paused for an answer, holding

still, but in time no answer came.

Wind echoes my question

to me repeatedly. Radiotelescope

operators called

to say they heard no answer, but

worked with powerful monitors

of sounds from deepest space.

Space raises millions of questions,

but if its enormous void emitted

an answer for me, they would

eagerly share it with the world.