Big Things Poem by Eaton Bard

When we were young
We owned a space in the night
Where big things were dreamed.
We sat on walls.
Threw stones at nothing,
Under the neighbors’ lamps,
And plotted our escapes.


Something uncertain,
Something unknown even to
Isaac and Albert
Lured us away


To rent a place in the night.
Where reasonable things are considered.
We throw parties, rice and used newspapers.
Leave our neighbors alone
And dream of finding our way home.