Salt Sky

by Albertos Ríos

The bright night sky,
Doorway to everything—

In all that black
All those stars:

Salt.
Pinpricks.

White fireworks.
Perlite.

We look up
Pulled into the immensity,

Lifted into the limitless—
As if it were a hole

We are falling into,
Up instead of down.

We stand on the earth,
Breathe in the night.

It is all too big.
We go back inside.