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A Wing woke me up. Surprised at the stardate. A bit of a nap this time. There'll be a party in a few days to celebrate the 'new year'. Time flows different when one travels between the stars. It washes over us like a planet's storms or fog. It cleanses. The Wings have been in charge for 147 days. Seems like a good night's dream to me. Cook has been busy making restorative soups that 'don't taste bad' (his words). He tries so hard! So many different preferences. At least Kat is purring and that's always a good sign. Her dreams must have been tranquil. We'll take this break. Having the entire crew awake makes it seem crowded. At least it will be a festive few days. "Why can't they listen to experts?" "Like you." "Yes, like me." I listen to the raised voices as 90210 and Cook intervene. We're a starship of experts! Too bad they didn't think of hiring a chef ... but I'll never say that out loud. If it weren't for Cook we'd be in far worse condition. The Wings have made it clear that it has been a boring uneventful passage and that they only woke us up because it was time. In a couple weeks we'll be approaching a star system and they plan to be fast asleep. Someone has decided to play music. An old tune about binary planets where one shines on the other. Sounds like a love song, the kind of embrace that's tranquil and soothing. 90210 is actually smiling. Kat is purring softly. Cook stops for a minute and closes his eyes as if he can see the music. The room quiets until the last note lingers then fades. In 1969, Neil Armstrong first set foot on the moon. Afterward, people commonly complained, “If they can put a man on the moon, why can’t they ______.” How would you finish that statement today? LISTEN TO EXPERTS
"Crashing Waves " "The waves continue their endless cycle and crash upon the seashore."
My poem written using the same form: "Clair de lune [146]" 2.646 |