By Mike O’Connell

snow globes of memory
awaken shaken
confined invisibly
transparent universe
pierced by inward eyes
airborne over tiny ponds
quite contained
artificial everything
clear liquid atmospheres
unable to touch edit
illuminated by phosphorescent
snow twisting falling
covering the roof of a
happy little house
painted lights turned on by
wishful thinking hand held
escape pod for just a
moment glowing
til final flakes fall
and cover the earth
(Mike O’Connell 12/3/17)