The Stars and I

I want a hill to live on, lone and high,
Because when I was small, I used to lie.
Out on a hill at evening, watching stars.
I didn't care a bit which one was Mars.
I couldn't find the Dipper or the Bear
Or anything my elders said was there,
And why I should I couldn't understand.
It was enough to lie there and expand
Till all the stars were shining into me
And I was all the stars that I could see
In all the endless acres of the night.
That was the best of living. That was right.

The worst was going in to sticky gloom
And having to shrink myself to fit a room.

---Jane Merchant---