Alone in my ship

A sailor in an unknown sea

Closest to the stars, yet farthest from the world

Quiet in my bearing, still as the sand of the moon

Loud in my thoughts, crowding together in my head

Cold, dark, celestial, swirling

Just me and the moon and the stars


Pocket of blue in the gray clouds

Pocket of green in the frost

Pocket of warmth by the fireplace

Pocket of breath in the exhaust

Pocket of rain in the clouds

Pocket of silence when choirs sing

Pockets of stars in the black

A pocket in everything