This Same Sky

Sky darkened
like deep forest
where no light
weaves its way
through leaves
is opened down
on me as I
look up dizzy
from the blackness
bearing down
on me and stars
form the perfect
picture
the way they did
when I was a child
this same sky
has always been here
I think,
as I feel cold
numb blown by autumn
wind rustling trees
in front yard
covered by stars
I remember as a child
counting imagining
the people there
too.