Jan 26
IsabelleYWP8's picture

Balloons


Out my window
Balloons float above the harbor, rising slowly
I watch
as the craft, seeming to burst through the clouds
drifts
back 
down.
I run fast,
through the door,
my feet leaving marks 
in the soft, pure sand.
I reach
the harbor
and it waits for me
watching.

The balloon fights
against
the ropes holding it down to Earth.
I climb in
and we rise
above the town 
above the ocean
above the world
and I watch from 
the clouds
gazing 
at the map
laid out
before me.