Alone Aloft
© 2013 – Kirby Sanders
Alone,
aloft,
beyond the fray.
Unafraid of life
or death —
the wind blows this way,
the tide pulls that way.
A balloon untethered
wishing for a string.
It is deliciously bland
up here.
Nothing but hues of blue
and white.
The adventure is in looking down
at the brown
of decay —
nasty stains of exploitation
and the crimson blood
that so enamors humanity.
I want none of that.
I want to sing with the lightning
and dance to the music of thunder.
To be the balloon untethered
sailing for my brief moment
in the beautiful blue bland.
Knowing that when I burst
I become a part
of that beautiful big blue bland.
Alone
Aloft
Unafraid
Untethered.
Free.
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