i was sitting on some wood
organized as a dock
with my feet teasing
the liquid below,
watching afternoon light
dance on top of
windswept water.
the breeze was cool and
the air smelled of thaw.
my eyes fed my starved soul.
the not so distant tree line
beyond this shallow lake
glowed of gold and green,
between two shades of blue.
i watched some birds above
fly in unfinished shapes
toward a burning orb
that controls, to an extent,
this thing called life.
as i gazed in wonder
of everything before me,
i saw a different ball, of another hue,
moving with the current,
atop the bottom blue.
a balloon.
kind of sad as it were.
inflated, formed in its shape
but afloat and not flying
as its formal name implies.
however, it remained afloat.
but then i thought how the balloon
never can decide
where it wants to go.
never.
not even when doing what its meant to do.
but then i thought how this balloon,
blue between two blues,
gave me all of this.
even when denied of what its "meant" to do.
it reminded me how simple it is
to appreciate everything
just as it is.
as its meant to be.
not to fight but stay afloat
and remain between two blues.