I wouldn't sail this ship if I were you
The spiders that spin webs on streetlamps, tiny objects that have rolled under sofas, umms and errs, people in fluorescent jackets, that little breath in as one falls into a deeper phase of sleep, sentences in the middle of licensing agreements, the first few bird footprints in new snow, Thursdays, introverts, the Large and Small Magellanic Clouds, features on buildings above the first storey, white lies and casual mistakes, the grey dragons of the British skies, the benefits of something you have had for a long time, people you know getting older, fish that are the same colour as mud, creeping descents, pigeon nests, the animals of the deep ocean, subtle acts of kindness, tired ghosts, the rising of the morning mist, distant birdsong, the private sorrows of others.