Lying on a blanket 
In their backyard 
With an old pair of binoculars: 
She and her sister, 
Ten and eight, respectively, 
With a book of star maps 
And a flashlight 
And a universe of discovery 
Everywhere around them. 

Under a similar starry sky 
She drives towards her sister's new house 
Way out in the country; 
She and her sister, 
Fifty-eight and fifty-six, respectively, 
With electronics to guide her 
No more looking up at the sky 
For a universe of discovery 
That is made for you 
Is no universe at all