Balloon
Flying to a hidden place
deep inside:
no womb, but room to play
See the playground set on morning dew
swings, totters, and those things that go round and round
All there is to delight my joyful child
A bird she has
perched calmly on her shoulder
gazing at the moist green carpet 'neath the child's feet
Listen, listen
There's a burbling, babbling, joyful singing to the side
It's a stream
reflecting a dreamer's sky
gentle, kind and caring
The child sits in her red-checkered dress with eyelet lace around the hem
Her chubby legs stretched out
and drawing in energies unseen
The small bird flies a moment
changing to her spirit guide
All in white he asks:
What do you want child?
She giggles wanting his attention
And finally blurts "to swing, my Lord,
and twirl in the sky
in your strong arms
lifted into the suncloud color of dawn"
He grabs her up and twirls her away
Both laughing they soar into the airy space
Screaming their delight at being up and away from her past
Free at last
From the anger and hurt of so long ago
When he said "you're too old"
And she said "you'll be much better off without it"

They wandered in stunned relief
He supporting her wing as she was blown apart
Both of them lost in a stormy moment

Called back
they return to the delightful shore
to raise their voices in victorious joy
forgiveness, light and laughter
replacing the dark silence of lost time