Earth Time: December 23rd, 2253

by gavilana

Just a sappy little Christmas poem I wrote a few years ago about our favorite captain and Vulcan. Found it in my files and thought I'd share. Spirk if you squint.

Earth Time: December 23th, 2253

Commander's Personal Log, Stardate 2147.4:

The humans call this winter.

Outside the window

Water has crystalized to the glass.

The barren cornfields are broken into

Jagged frozen peaks.

Though the house is insulated,

Outside air (258.15 K)

Has slipped in through the window seals.

My meditation flame flickers.

I am wearing all the clothing I own.

The temperature does not seem to bother the captain.

I can make out his form

In the back garden, through the ice.

He is cutting wood.

He wears only two coats and boots.

Strains of music cuts the frozen air as cleanly

As the cathode ray cuts the tree trunk.

He seems… pleased to be home.

I wonder why he does not save energy, and heat,

And simply make use of the tree in the living room.

I suppose he would say

Because it would be logical.