They say water is an orderless, tasteless liquid.

For islanders, the sea is their kingdom, water their element.
Rhythmical patterns coming and going, as enthusiasm ebbs
away with the tide.

If you watch closely you can see speckled gulls,
comrades of the waves, bobbing up and down
singing songs of home.

We all have a course to follow.

Last night,
there was an eclipse.

I was a dead star burning out.

Someone pulled the plug on all of the
celestial illuminations in the world,
and there I was,
fading, barely flickering.

As darkness began to tug at my heartstrings,
I was reminded of how quickly shadows can consume
bodies.

We are basic units of chemical components.
Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus.

We are periodic tables,
compounds, foundations.

We are all the power of an atom,
holding artificial light in our hands
when our own is fading,
learning to breathe for one.