When I was little
I saw it everywhere
and thought that everybody else did too
but then I noticed people never looking up
never looking out or around in awed silence
intoxicated by its beauty
stunned into ecstatic immobility
brimming with wonder
I was puzzled
didn’t it make them happy just to look at it?
look, look!
how can you ignore it?
I tilt their chins and point
and I see the film of gray over their eyes
I am stabbed
by the pain
they do not feel
I am so alone
I hardly dare to look around
until one day
my little child
standing in the yard, looks up
with shining eyes
and turning slowly
lets his mouth drop open and says
Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!