BURSTING BLUE 
SKIES ON ME 

Poem for Today - October 8, 2014

ONCE A CHILD

It troubled me as once I was,

For I was once a child,

Deciding how an atom fell

And yet the heavens held.

The heavens weighed the most by far,

Yet blue and solid stood

Without a bolt that I could prove;

Would giants understand?

Life set me larger problems,

Some I shall keep to solve

Till algebra is easier

Or simpler proved above.

Then too be comprehended

What sorer puzzled me,

Why heaven did not break away

And tumble blue on me.

© Emily Dickinson