Crackle

The world is frying
like bacon in a spitting skillet

crackle
pop

It's getting hot
Under this sun

Waves crash,
planets
drift
and
stars
wait patiently
for something to happen

then

out we pop
eyes wide
and soaking in wonder

And the stars blush
And the clouds careen across the sky
And the sun roars: orange, red and proud.