We Laughed When You Were Born

We Laughed When You Were Born

Tommy Welty

On the hill where God provides
I dreamt the sky
full of glow-in-the-dark stars
glued to the ceiling — a crescent moon,
a bursting comet, Saturn’s rings.
Can you see it, child?
Point to the moon,
connect the stars.
What did you find?
A belt? A bear?
Or, maybe a spoon?
Can you see it, child?
The sticks, the thicket,
the ram caught by its horns?
Child, count the stars,
count the sticky stars.

---

Tommy Welty
Poet & Pastor

Photography by David von Diemar