How many Christmases have

clicked past since you

actually I know how many

the endless days slog by like barges

like the enormous floating


adrift from the north pole

how many Titanics or the equivalent

need to be taken down

me in my heavy down jacket

the wide apart seas plinking against

where I am

Iíll hold your used to be things

see into the black night sky

the small out there fiery stars

everything cold.