Passion has come in many forms
over the years..
but lately my passion is
something new, that flies
hovers dips and floats away
(when I’m distracted)
to my room.
Quixotic, friends of the air,
light and in harmony,
gravity can barely touch you..
as you sail on the…
open- window- corridors of draft,
the cross -current snake wind,
that makes you spin all of a sudden
as you float out the door…to rise higher in the
living room, dipping your heads under the
rafters and joyously explore.
I love you all, but I do admire
the shiny beauties, even more
made of mylar (sighs)
I adore you, my mylar,
that seals in all the helium
and keeps you
flying for weeks… for months.
I tie extra long ribbons to you
that you might gracefully
sweep the floor.
I have 7 floating now..
but 7 is hardly enough,
to make you (or anyone) feel you are
underwater when you enter
(This scene is what I’m working towards)
and would take 3 times 7 or 21,
gorgeous bobbing mylar shapes
To complete my desired effect!
Then, when entering my doorway,
you would need to part the waving
ribbons, like you were below the sea
with Men-of-War (Portuguese)
that instead of stinging, would
delight you as their ribbony
appendages brush your bare arm
when you sit below, admiring,
all around you, their hypnotic flow,
while relaxing in an overstuffed chair.
I am moving now to the second level..
dare I say higher?
I am contemplating a helium tank
in my future but the kind that brings
Life (not Eternal Sleep) and can keep
all my loved ones afloat FOREVER.
These are the dreams of an Uber-Ballooner,
to sit back and survey all those graceful
sea creatures, forming a kelp bed, (over the bed)
A waving mass of delicate satin tentacles
air-born bodies, gaseous friends (!?!)
who are magnets for awe, fun and delight.
“Oh I want to show you something new….
Just follow me, it’s in my room”
Nov. 5, 2022