I read last night in a fiction book, no less,
but backed by scientific data
that the chances that we (as in
all of earth’s inhabitants and the planet, itself
and all its constellations) will be sucked
into a black hole are one in a trillion.
It doesn’t take higher math to know,
that’s a lot of zeros.  And yet,

what are the chances that we—
that’s you and me, baby—
would be born out of one singular,
ba ba boom bang let loose at the beginning of time?
Or, out of God’s words, all of which began
with Let there be? I say again,
what are the chances?  
I’d say more than one in a trillion
since black holes came out of that bang.

Nothing short of a miracle,  
and yet here we are,
Alpha and Omega,
highly improbable, yet possible,
maybe even inevitable. 

On the off chance that we  
are swallowed by a black hole–
I need you to know now,
because then will be too late–
I am forever grateful for

everything,