This is my sky—
all silvery metal drops
melted, falling onto my earth.
I stake this claim to rain of shiney dew,
this clear element, fluid treasure
sprinkling down, sparkling
wet glitter that pounds on me.
A showering dome to mine
for precious secrets—private, as all
others hide in houses. No ray of sun
pierces its vast horizon, no frivolous
color diminishes its steely
strength. I stand outside and unafraid,
drink in its molten liquid.
I’m a miner. This sky is mine.