One Lonely Boy - A Poem

One lonely boy,
Staring beneath the blinded sun
Daring not to look to stars
Never seeing the horizon round

The sky is not his
Tho he’d prefer to grasp the whole
And run down through the milky way
And run up through Andromeda

Someone told the boy
Don’t look to the beyond
For yours is beneath your dirty feet
‘You can have the dirt and grime…’

So his feet grew roots
And sped deep into ground
And in dreams he ran slow
While the monsters ran round

‘Mine is not star, nor deep galaxies’
But the earth, the plain, the deepest valleys
But ‘my, it’s so lonely down here
Beneath the dance of the stars’

One lonely boy
Was he whose roots reached to briny depths
Whose arms shot out to unending skies
One lonely boy left beneath the dance of stars…