Above the orange

I was swinging.

Swinging high enough

For my toes to tickle

The sky.

I threw my head back

And the world

Turned upside down.

The stars shone,

The inky sky interspersed

With their

Intermittent twinkling.

I followed one

Through the vacillations,

When I heard

A nine-year old's mind.

The star was her grandfather.

He watched over her.

I looked at her

For one whole minute

And agreed

With all my heart.

The inkiness

Of the sky

Transcended its borders

At that moment,

My smile lost in it.