When I was a child I dreamt to be an astronaut –
Stars intrigued me.
Even then infinity beckoned and begged
And for a child stars are infinity
If anything is.
Now, only think,
I watch an astronaut and I wonder –
How long did he labor for it?
How high must be an astronaut’s grades?
Perhaps the skies are not worth it -
Perhaps infinity is not.
Who can say?
Maybe the stars dropped from the heavens
When I realized how high they really hung
When it dawned suddenly
That they were not after all
Specks in a sky I took to be my own
But suns infinitely huge
In galaxies I could not comprehend.
