Rising Up

A bubble of boundless buoyancy Gravity cancelled, the earth slips away As the bordered basket swayingly Takes us up, up out of the fray And slowly sound recedes below Not to background, but downground hum As weighted bags of sand we throw And gravity slips from zero to negative sum The treetops point up at us above Astonished, as we clips their heads Rising high as heated love We glide over their grassy beds And as the dusk paints a deeper shade A Chinese lantern we became When brief blast of furnace flame then made Our bubbletop glow with flame Funny how from up high it seems Everything small below Funny how from earth it seems A singularly splendid show