Balloon

When first received, you fill it up

It fills with air, it grows, expands

And suddenly it’s moving up

So quick you tie it on your hand.

From there you keep it safely by

The knot, so tight it will stay close

Yet always pulling off to fly

You wonder if it loves you most.

When winds grow strong, when thunder strikes

It pulls much harder on your wrist

You hold it fast you grip it tight

But it keeps pulling from your fist.

Then suddenly the rain just settles

The cloudy sky now shining blue

Your big balloon is small and subtle

Finally drifting back towards you.

You take a breath through tired lungs

With all your effort it expands

For just a moment, it belongs

Til, ever slight, pulls from your hands.