A man twitches
of going to sea in a beautiful balloon.
Is he on air?
Is he on water?
He’s not sure…
reflecting up he can see only himself.
Which way do you look when you are adrift,
in a world without signs?
And who do you ask for directions?
A woman buys a lottery ticket,
not believing that it’s possible to win,
but keeps it safe and secret in her pocket anyway.
Is it useless?
Is there hope?
She doesn’t know,
but something has to change and there are no falling stars to capture…
We push our fears down deep,
and plunk down two dollars for a fairy tale ending.
We invite dreams but water them thin with disbelief…
the invitation hangs there,
but if granted we swipe it with a bar code
shrink wrap it
and plastic box it.
Or grip so tightly it strangles,
and then we shrug,
Reality check we say,
one must be practical,
feet on the ground, head out of the clouds…
And yet somewhere there is a beautiful balloon,
floating gently across the water,
the basket swinging empty while a mermaids song goes unheard.
A fairy tale ending was never meant to assure happiness
but a wish is the most elemental of magics.
And while the weave of reality may indeed close tight around you,
like a net full of silvery fish,
one of them may have a ring…