When I look at the sky at night
there is so much I cannot see.
The moon of course, is easy
and some of the planets, too.
But here where it’s not really clear
because of man’s interventions
we are generally deprived of star light.
Our darkness does not sparkle –
the “twinkle, twinkle little stars”
are veiled – invisible they are –
too far to penetrate the haze
and to exhilarate our gazing.
Yet still what we see is amazing!
This poem – it ended here
until some children came our way
and looked up at the sky.
They noted stars I could not see
and yet pretended that I could.
I had blamed pollution
when the solution
was in the failure
of my ancient eyes –
eyes very old, but
younger than the stars
I did not see.