The Sky

When I was growing up, we went to bed 
early. Eight o'clock, in the bed. We 
missed the night sky 
and the stars overhead.

Later
living in the country, 
lying in the yard watching the sky,
floating in the water,
I became part of the sky. 
I wanted
to lie under the 
stars when I was 
dying,
to disappear into the sky.

Here in the city, my yard is 
full of trees. The streets are full of lights. 
I can't disappear into the sky here.

Dreams

roof top apartments we left, 
laughing. we shrug, unable 
to remember
why.

a crowded parking lot. waiting
to get 
out. realizing there is
danger, we drive over 
a curb. Turning left. short 
street. Do you know the way? right
turn. 

high up in a parking lot.
I hold on to yellow 
brick 
buildings as I
drive and walk down the steep 
hill.