Dimethyl Sulfide

Sea spray sparks the imagination,

And collides with phyto gasses to make clouds,

Fucking clouds.

There, up there,

Where the satellites roam,

You can look down and see,

Micro plants controlling climate,

Sensitive to the anthropocene,

How many plankton will be protected?

Invisible warriors,

Steering oxygen and life in to

the seven seas.

— Sarah Sea-Salt 2016

(This poem regrets the policies unwritten for phytoplankton and applauds creative research fusing interdisciplinary ideas to support localized policy initiatives to protect the ocean.)