when you were young

when you were young
you stretched out in
the soft dry grass at night
and stared into the sky.
for hours on end, alone,
and watched the stars.
the meteors in thin
quick flashes go by.
you realized how
impossibly large it all
was and how you too
were a part of it
in some strange way.
and now when
you are old, and lie
back to stare up at
the same sky, you see
how nothing has changed,
or is understood more,
not even you.