Balloon
I blew into a balloon
filling it with my breath
and tied it off
it squeaked a little
as I tied the knot
then grew silent
I held it in my right hand
by that tightly tied little knot
and tapped it gently
onto my left palm
it bounced with vigour
and felt surprisingly robust
making a uniquely rubbery sound
looking at it
an odd little thought
popped into my head
this balloon holds within it
neatly cocooned
my breath
my life’s very essence
I held it up
then let it go
taken by the wind and raised up high
I watched it drift off
then pop
within the branches of a tree
taking with it
on a short but wondrous journey
a vital part of me
allowing me
as it popped
to release a small but contented sigh
way up there
in the life-giving green embrace
of a beautiful and wise old tree.
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