We Laughed When You Were Born

(Photography by David von Diemar - found here)

On the hill where God provides

I dreamt the sky
full of glow-in-the-dark stars
glued to the ceiling — a crescent moon,
a bursting comet, Saturn’s rings.
Can you see it, child?
Point to the moon,
connect the stars.
What did you find?
A belt? A bear?
Or, maybe a spoon?
Can you see it, child?
The sticks, the thicket,
the ram caught by its horns?
Child, count the stars,
count the sticky stars.

~Tommy Welty