Balloons

BALLOONS 27 balloons let adrift aloft from the school Rising in a loose group Heading skyward, Smaller, further, till the sun’s setting Rays caught them only as specks Visible now as a group, distance reducing Size and relative spacing Until they seemingly stopped moving, Became fixed, like the stars. All stars began like that: Today’s constellations are balloons Adrift from ages ago: Nothing dies; all becomes stars. ...............................................