Photo from NASA/Bill Dunford

In the morning,
stars still bright,
I open the doors to let the cool air in,
and let my dreams flow out.

There was a time, a yesterday,
we gathered sticks,
made a town among the trees in the park,
dug out out lakes,
crafted boats of bark with leaves for sails,
scratched out canals and set them out upon voyages of discovery.