“A poem is a way of capturing a moment.” Nikki Giovanni

The darkness fought with a thousand city lights,
With a deep, mystic regality the horizon cut into them,
Like great swells of ink
Dipping low to kiss the earth.

I watch each lamp bleed out into darkening waters,
Stretching towards the gray western skyline -
The last breath of a dying sun.

And the cool, having been banished by day,
Awakens once more to wander the earth:
Through these rails.
Across this deck,
Pushing all warmth beyond my reach,

Here am I,
Reclined and sighing,
Chasing after elusive time with jots and tittles;
Stringing up a bed of stars
To wander through;
To rest within;
To help me remember where I am.