Here

I haven't lost myself,
though I've wandered
much beyond intent.

I wandered from familiar lights,
enamored by the stars
over sea and moon reflection,
with the words that made the craters.

I thought I'd left myself
far behind
with the familiar forty watts
and florescents, but I've just realized

I'm here, nestled among the craters,
too tiny to be in the reflection,
but here, nonetheless, with the stars.