Stars, moon, meteors: the whole
rockery of space fell with a clutter
from its sky of hooks. A squall
dislodged it. I saw the scatter
of porcelain pieces, white dust
settling slowly on the planet's scalp.
Mesmerised, something like impressed,
I gathered fragments, couldn't help
but pocket particles as souvenirs.
The sky was a stretch of silence,
a dark remorseless canvas, a pause
of breath. It threw me off-balance,
gazing and gazing at the black deep,
a diver gulping, swallowing at sleep.

From Looks Familiar