Magic and mysteries
For joy and our far too short childhoods
Why don’t we look at the sky?
We stopped climbing hills in the fading light
Just to watch the day change to night
When the clouds are painted
Why don’t we look at the sky?
We stopped searching the clouds
For shapes and stories, brilliant hues
And the sky echoed beautiful colors
We’ve forgotten to cherish
Why don’t we look at the sky?
We stopped noticing the ways that it changed
From midnight black to dewdrop blue
And the clouds shifting and drifting with the winds,
Their layers becoming more evident
Through their varying motions
Why don’t we look at the sky?
We stopped pulling out telescopes
Late at night
To marvel at the shimmering stars
Far above our heads
Orion becoming a stranger
Despite our desire for friendship and love
Maybe we’ve forgotten
Maybe we haven’t looked up in so long
That the sky has become something distant
Once again.
Ann Richards
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