Here lies another black spot on the palm of my hand
which comes as no surprise to me.
I look and can see
Blind Pew,
gamboling away
as surely as the light gambols
through every second of each day.

Pew is me and mine
another ship of the line
a small dot on the radar screen
coming and going to places
I have been.

I wonder if Pew has seen them too
or imagined them in his dreams,
I'm not sure if he's blind but
one day will come when I capture him
taking a reading by the noonday sun
and then
I will know for sure.