This, the Common Air that Bathes the Globe

That’s what she said.That’s what he said.That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.Said it to each other.Said it across long distance phone callsand short distance pillow talks.Said it to the mirror,probably not often enough.

Said it to dogs in high-pitched voicesand, in face licks and tail wagsdefinitely had it returnedin ways other than words.

Said it on accident.Said it too soon.Said it too late.Said it amidst argumentsthat were never worth having.Said it during love makingwhich was definitely worth having.

Said it to unborn children.Said it quietly over the gravesof those now gone.Said it to our parents.Said it to our parents exponentially more frequentlywhen we were low on cash.

Said it to the sky.Said it to the stars.Said it late at nightto new friends in old bars.

Said it in too many languages to count.Said it soft.Then, said it loud.Then, said it louder.And when it still wasn’t said loud enoughwe created a Facebook event pageand invited

everyoneso that we could all set our clocks just rightand simultaneously say it at the same time.And after we did,the earth grew a little quieter.See, somehow we all collectively decided,that anything that was ever worth saying,had already been said.