Was The Sky Vaster Then? (Poem)

reaching my arms upwards in the warm grass

it seemed so blue and stretched so far

far enough to hold my dreams

not just mine but all dreams ever dreamed

and I watched them fill the air

twinkling lights hung from shrimping boats

Mardi Gras beads thrown to the clamor

here in the mountains as I walk

lowering thunderheads touch the ground

burdensome as heavy weights

those I carry and those bourne by all

discarded fiddles displayed on shopworn shelves

abandoned silos by the railroad tracks

I never thought to get so old