Only when the night returns,
does it become apparent:
The light, was only a brief interruption,
in an otherwise infinite blackness.
For we are nothing but passengers,
sheltering on a creaking ship.
Surrounded by an endless charcoal desert,
we turn our backs to the blackness,
and face each other.
Navigated by each others’ blindness,
we look to faint stars sown into black velvet,
as we ration our hope,
and we wait, for time
to take its revenge.
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books