The Shrinking Sky
Visiting my childhood home
standing on a patch of grass
I called my back yard.
Looked up into a tiny sky
with an even smaller moon
and little stars.
Thinking there was a time that
sky appeared as the vast
never ending universe,
The great proliferator of
this boy's imagination.
My perception of the moon
and stars all those years ago
seemed so much bigger
Older and devoid of adolescent
innocence, “the belief that somehow
all my hopes and dreams
will magically come true”.
I realize now, like that tiny sky
I gazed upon that night, my life too-
has become smaller...
Copyright © Matthew Mckeown | Year Posted 2022
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