Space fog is not
specks of dust
or drops of water.
It is unknowable matter
adrift in unreachable
rims of the galaxy.
Space fog is what
I rub out of my eyes
when waking to
another fearful star-date,
one of a small team
on an unclear mission,
manning a fragile vessel
in a violent arena
of angry, disparate forces.
Space fog is the future I dread --
our tiny ship
blipped into oblivion.
Space fog is the future I hope for
our particles and photons
gathering to seed.