Pellets

You know we all see God in strange places
Strange faces
Strange things
I saw it tonight but I can’t call it that
The word’s been ruined

Tonight it looked like trees and light and sage
And this thought:
I won’t live my life being unhappy

I woke my son up and told him
He thought that I was crazy
I probably was
He said only we will know about this
And I agreed

He said what if pac man
Was really just kissing those pellets?
I laughed and said the ghosts
Were probably just trying to kiss him too
I wish I could kiss a big pellet and turn everybody blue
For just a minute