The Balloon

Balloon, balloon, so high in the air, Its destination I know not where, Its point of departure, that is too A mystery in the sky of blue. I too wonder, wonder, why oh why This bright drifter was allowed to fly As it left to float in the air so high, Did a two year old begin to cry? I must, I must ask the question “who?” Is the boy or girl whose age is two? Did her grandma say, “this is for you”, Giving it not to the sky so blue? A puzzle, a puzzle, too, is how This nomad came to where it is now. Did playful winds blow it over this town, While silly gravity went upside down? What about, what about, what about when Did this wayward orb’s fun journey begin - Way back in Egypt by a pyramid When Cleopatra was just a kid? Maybe, maybe it had cargo, but what? A note or resident of Lilliput? Oops, by Gosh, it did just disappear, And my thoughts did too - with a pop, I fear!