Up
Through the pine needles
I see Dame Night’s one eye
Her Cyclopean
Bright
Moonocle
Beyond this orb’s
Fullness
Lie the stars
So many
And I comprehend
Suddenly
The void immense
Between I
And them
Quick
A roof!
A roof, and four walls
While I await tremulous
The blissful deception
Of a morning’s blue sky
For a thousand sons from now
We’ll plough the Sun
We’ll travel to quasars
But me
I still am only
Earth’s child
