The Ship is in pitch darkness  now.  The engine is turning over gently. Many of the crew are in their quarters.  The captain is upon the bridge and the anchor is far below,   in the beneath world, holding us tightly onto this one.

At the foot of Ilulissat Kangia (Danish name - Jacobshavn Glacier). Photo: Nathan Gallagher

The ship protected by cupped hands of light awaits morning.  From the sky we are a firefly caught  upon a spiders web wafting  in wind.   Snowflakes flocks of white butterfly spirits  released from under the clouds  land on my shoulders. And as the they melt the sun smears itself on the back of the clouds who in turn spread her light equally across the sky. Morning has come.