Hidden Glory

In all my life, I’ve never truly seen the stars

I’ve seen only pictures of what the sky should be

Cleared of smog and human light

Glutted from horizon to horizon

With galaxies of stars

And I know, deep in my chest

That when I see the unpolluted sky

Someday, somewhere far from every man

I will weep

At the beauty

At my smallness

At the sheer scope

And the incredible weight of glory

That is hidden from my sight every day of my life

Just above me

Out of reach

In that moment I will weep

For all that I will have gained

And immediately lost again.