Ponder

         The ocean was calm.  The sky was black.  There was no flight ops for the night and the flight deck had been cleared.  The only sound was the low rumble of the ship passing through the water.  As I stood on Vulture's Row and starred out over the scene, I did not ponder the beauty of it.  The way the ocean blended with the sky, and the only way you could tell the two apart was from the lack of stars in the ocean.  I didn't think about how I could see the end of the earth from where I stood.  The thought of this great ship being swallowed hole, and not leaving a trace, never crossed my mind. 

        The stars were so bright and clear,  it seemed that I could pluck them from the sky and put them in my pocket.  I could take them to my rack and hold them in my hand.  They looked like the stars of home.  Home, that was what was on my mind that night.  That was what I pondered.