Erupted on Earth but could still
Be quite rare in the universe
Had not entirely to do with
Chemistry and temperatures
But with Earth’s exact gravity.
Sit on a rock overlooking
A booming canyon stream in sun
And think how heat pulls the mists up
While Earth welcomes the mass downhill
To the sea. It’s not true water
Only heads one way. It rises
In fogs and sheer humidities.
It gains that luminosity
That made humans think of angels
And sky deities that return
From their homes in those rising clouds
As a gentle dew from heaven.
Heat lifts; Earth wants its water back.
The tension had to be precise
To break open the hearts of life.