Sea Salt and Oxygen

The stars swing in time
From their marionette thread.
And as they brush fingers and hearts,
They spark
And scatter sea salt and oxygen
Who lunge at the grasses below,
Only to miss and land in the sky.
And it’s

But my eyes are scratched with the thorns down here
And they’re searching for angels
In the clouds
And spirits
In the sun.

And tomorrow
Someone will shake the snow globe again.
And the stars will spark
And the air will glow
And I won’t see anything at all.