Woven jar of the future

I’d like to charge you for the sun. Three pence a ray.

(And pebbles. They aren’t free)

I would collect all rays of sun

And hide them in a woven jar.

And then one day

When clouds are leaking on your hat

And you determine our future

I’ll get the jar out –

Like a sword.

And let you have it.

Free.

With “use by” label on it.

To make your conscience ooze.