The old captains had been so clever to keep

the minds of the shipmates up off of the sea

from the murk and the monsters that lurk in the deep

with stories of the night sky;

eternal heroes in pins of light leading them all through the billowing night

It kept their eyes up to the stars

though they burned only pinholes and the sea collects all that pours into its depths it was enough for them then.

So, more light, now I had thought.

but as I look to the sky, I worry

that clever stories may not be enough

because when the darkness of space has lit up

where can I tell them to look?