i will be young

Poem about wonder

One day, I will open my eyes on a hill, young and curious.
I will lie just on my back and
I will reach with my toes up and up and I’ll show the pads of my feet to the stars.
My leg hairs will tingle with wind in them just like the clouds have wind in them.

When my legs get tired, I will let them back down, down in the grass.
The grass I will find a little wet.
I will have cried some, but not much.

I will realize it now.
And then I will look up at the moon.
I will raise my hands and look up at them.
I will show my soft palms to the sky.
I will pretend to grab a star in each hand.

And then, I will close my eyes.
Bring my hands close to my chest.
I will think, if I opened my eyes,
Maybe the stars I took would be missing from the sky.

I will only think about that.
I will not open my eyes until morning,
At which point my clutched hands will have relaxed,
The stars will have slipped out,
And gone out of the sky, away
With all of their friends
Who did miss them.

Instead, I will see clouds wandering
Over top the ocean and wonder how
They got up so high.