Otter's Rock

Title: Some Way Out
Author: beatrice_otter
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Boomer, Cavil
Word Count: 592
Summary: If all this has happened before and will happen again, what does that say about God?


( Cylons don't have religious services in the same way that humans do. )

I have a choc_fic due today, and I'm scrambling around for a title for it (I know, but I'm really bad with titles). Anyway, in the scramble I came across my list of poems I've saved from various places. And now, I want to write a story for Sharon (Boomer) Valerii from BSG to this poem:

One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master,
though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop (1976)

It doesn't fit this story, but it fits her so well I have no idea why I didn't list it as a prompt back when they were calling for prompts.