The Sky-Sea

that time of year again when the night is just nippy enough to stand
feet numb in half-dead grass (i'm laying prone)
against overwhelming speckly sky-sea

and the stars are smiling at me again
like an old friend (too many moons too late)
brain networks mirroring star networks

it's that feeling of smallness
creeping smallness (inconsequential life of mine) 
smallness in that fine-tuned cosmic way

i tapped my brother's window
forced my soliloquy into lamplight 
then drowned (my ship unmoored)

in the inky warming dark