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