about a lone balloon floating
high in the sky, over the tree-tops,
among the clouds. With a string for a
tail, wagging in the air. Ever wonder

who held to that string? How the whole
thing came about. How it got loose
and slipped out? Do you think it will be missed
by whoever had a grip on it? Ever wonder

where it will come down? Will it lose
all its air by the time it touches the ground? Will
it be deflated? Who will find it? And will
they wonder as much as the one who let it go? Who maybe

cried for it? Who watched in sadness as it drifted
away, and got smaller and smaller until it
was out of sight. Who went to bed with a heavy heart
that night?  And blamed themselves for not holding on tight.