I always owned the sky; the sky was mine
From the moment I first looked up at it, and felt
All the enormous tender brilliance shine
Into my wondering heart, where is has dwelt
Unceasingly. I own uncounted millions
Of starts, though using only two or three,
And as for clouds, of course, I’ve many trillions,
And the sun is my peculiar property.
My ownership of sky does not preclude
Other from enjoying it; I’m glad to share
My glad possession of infinitude,
But any who come between us must beware,
Since, whether lighting-lashed or rainbow-lit,
The sky belongs to me, and I to it.
-From Halfway Up the Sky