2/18/2018
Therapeutic hypothermia
The cold preserves my soul
A still expands the night
Suspended in half-animated state
The still demands the constellations
Slow and introspect
Reflect on now, the lull
Orien runs the bull
The seven sisters, never saints
****** the men they adore

The weight of day fades away
And still I stand, absorbed 
Neck craned heavenward
Mind full dark and starlight poured
Heart bellowing apace
Time is brain, time is mind
In this case, turtle conquers hare
Intentional at this metabolic rate
Still they dance and chase around the axis
Turtle cheating time and space
By slowing down the mortal race
Orien minds the bull
The seven sisters narrate
Still I stand, chill permeates and I find desire relaxes

Today I saw the stars.
At first, I saw the deep blue enormity of the sky that enveloped the world in a warm darkness. And then I saw the lights, some that shine with a dignified confidence, and others so shy that their presence is hardly known.
Today I saw the stars.
I squinted to see the seven sisters unmoving in their close devotion to one another, Orien’s belt, and the little dipper. Just like I have seen in hundreds of clear skies before.
But today, I saw the stars.
I stared up into the vastness of the universe, I stared into the promise that there are some things we can explain, and there is a lot more that we can’t. I stared into the sky and saw wonder. I felt all the normal things people feel when they really see the stars. I felt small. I felt beauty. I felt a confusing understanding that even one, small life, had its place in this big universe.  For all at once, I felt everything in the world, and nothing at all.
Today I saw the stars.