Hot Air Balloons

 For the dreamers, visionaries, and ones who believe 

in something a little higher than here…

Hot air balloons

Deep disappointment

Descending again

Having been so high 

So free

Not a care in the world—

Coming down

Down

With each foot closer

The stomach drops

It lurches 

To a—

Dread. 

Here we are

Back on earth

Hand back to

The plough

The freedom

The high places

Once so mysterious

Lifting me—

Gone

And here 

Feet on the ground

What meaning is there

Back down here?

Who will believe me?

Who will care?

About clouds

Sunlight

The higher things

The celestial city

The place 

Of Kings

And royalty

And fancy things

Will it be believed? 

Help them look up 

From their rows

Of shovels

And dirt

Will hope be heard?

Will the esoteric 

Be

Relevant 

Down here?

Back to the mess

With a song, and a twinkle

And a dream in my heart

That’s still real to someone down here—

If only me.