Letting Go

I must let go of this blue balloon,
Even watch as it drifts up and up,
Not wishing to hold its string again
Long for it to disappear from sight...
Know that it will without my constant attention.

It floats slowly, up... up...
My questions do not slow it.
My grasp was more than irrelevant...
Was nonexistent.

I think I will lie here in the wet, cool, so-green grass
(How did I never notice this bright green?)
And watch the balloon ride the clouds...

Sharon Galloway


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