Towns being built,
a world away,
and towns being destroyed.
Fights and wars
are started over differences
as subtle as the shades of light
in the night sky over our heads.
A baby is born,
somewhere,
every four seconds.
And then there is the laughter of our son,
which comes out of a dream.
This laughter is filled with more joy
than he ever is when we are awake.
Which leaves me to wonder:
how much do we miss
while we are sleeping?
blue sky infinite 