Daydreams

Why, after all these years,

is the sky still that same shade of blue

when the entire vastness, day and night,

could be an endless rainbow?

For good measure,

let’s throw in a dose of glitter, too.

Why couldn’t the moon have been a disco ball

that spins when hung,

casting a translucent dance of shape and color

all throughout the earth?

Insomnia would be such a delightful occasion,

in my humble point of view.

And why, oh why,

can I not hold the stars close to my breasts

and feel the warmth

of their enduring glow?

After all, we’re family

and long overdue for a hug.

*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 8/20/20