I have
become an ancient mariner now
alone and
adrift in the sea between the stars,
no known
points of reference,
engines
crippled, ship’s memory degraded
beyond hope
of recall.
Adrift and
alone. But not necessarily unhappy
with my
lot.
The regenerator
is still in good working order,
new crewmen
growing even now in the vats.
As always.
The food
synthesizer broke down years ago
and I
hardly miss it at all.
(Originally appeared in the anthology Just
One More Step from Horrified Press)
