Was I the only one who saw it?

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