A FATHOM WE CALL SPACE

by Tristan Scott

There is a

void exist outside our realm

Full of bright luminescent lights

and microscopic rocks

Yet that’s all we can see from our enclosure

We cannot tell if there is existence

beyond our barrier

We cannot see if there’s existence outside ourselves

All we can do is stare

at the endless void

Waiting for our metal ship to sail on its vast body

Until we reach other

microscopic dots

Looking to see if there’s life in the

fathom

we

call

Space

Born and raised in Newmarket, Ontario, Tristan Scott (he/him) is an up and coming writer based in Toronto. He enjoys DND shindigs and is interested in making silent films that explore the meaning of time. Tristan is currently studying Creative Writing at OCAD University and is experimenting with form as he works toward his first poetry collection.