Stars
in a deep blue sky
So many it wasn’t possible,
so odd it was pretty,
Like someone had scattered a huge handful of diamonds
across a tiny scrap of Stygian velvet,
But they weren’t stars at all

Watery diamonds now,
growing bigger and rounder
And suddenly the extra ‘stars’
became dewdrops hanging on the slender branches
of the tiny lacebark elm outside

But when I woke my two little sisters up,
Hoping that with their sleepy eyes they saw the "stars" too,
so that I could share this newfound wonder,
to my dismay
they only saw the dewdrops
My perspective