Babies cry, evidence would suggest,
at slight changes in atmospheric pressure,
at the tap of an insects legs on carpeting,
the rustle of a virgin's hair,
pencil shavings settling at a Montessori school,
a spore alighting on Camembert,
brown leaves dropping in a memory.
And me?
The Earth would have to crack,
Levantine mountains conflagrate,
God's angry voice boom dark...fate!
