0 My Piece of Sky

Can you cut out a piece of sky for me?
And bring it down to the land?
It changes color with the time,
Blue or black with shining white
Stars
I keep it in a jar

If I look up once in a while
I can see the hole it left for me
There is nothing, just empty
Air
Nowhere in the heavens
Just my sky-silk in my hands

If I told you the shape of my sky, I’d
Lie
Square and circle and random lines
Fragile like glass
And very very small
It’s my sky. And no one else’s.

--Julia H., 15