Zunis make shrines on the way to a lake where I emerge and Miwoks gather me out of pools along the Pacific       the cheetah thirsts for me       and when you sprinkle me on rib eye you have no idea how I balance silence with thunder in crystal       you dream of butterfly hunting in Madagascar       spelunking through caves echoing with dripping stalactites           and you don’t see how I yearn to shimmer an orange aurora against flame look at me in your hand        in Egypt I scrubbed the bodies of kings and queens        in Pakistan I zigzag upward through twenty-six miles of tunnels before drawing my first breath in sunlight      if you heat a kiln to 2380 degrees and scatter me inside     I vaporize and bond with clay          in this unseen moment a potter prays because my pattern is out of his hands       and when I touch your lips    you salivate  and when I dissolve on your tongue      your hair rises    ozone unlocks      a single stroke of lightning sizzles to earth.