Who’d want to steal dew?
Maybe not me, maybe not you?
Then again, if you’d discovered
that dewdrops were heaven’s pearls
(the precious spittle of the stars
according to the Roman Pliny)
yes, if dew meant liquid revenue
then even me, even you
might be tempted before sunrise
to creep up on unsuspecting grass
and steal from its store of gems
praying we’re not caught on CCTV
sneaking off with dawn’s treasury
still meting from our fingertips.
© John Agard from The Rainmaker Danced (Hodder)