A Poem

Weighing the stars in one palm
The heavens burning the side of my face
Looking through that little window
It’s like the eye of some great
Sea monster

The aloneness comes crushing down on me
Like the Red Sea on the Egyptians
I stare out the window and expect to see
A blue sky—clouds—trees—
The sun

Somehow it’s claustrophobic there floating in
The very middle of black eternity
It’s suffocating to breathe this
Icy air recycled from
Star dust

When up and down are just a figment of your
Feverish imagination and it’s hard to think
Of which direction heaven is
Then you’ll really understand
That from
Dust you came.
And to dust
You shall return.



-Christopher