Salt and Sugar

Out of the palm,
I watch my wrist,
Longing for the right time,
The watch keeps ticking,
Gazing through the windows,
The sky fills in the blue
Pinch of salt with,
Cans of sugar peeps in,
Coloring the canvas,
I sketch a story,
Neither told nor heard,
Either truth or not,
Blows life inside my soul.