Saturday, October 13, 2012

Inspired by Dive's Big Ben Balloon Photo



Ode to a Balloon Let Go in London
dedicated to my mother-in-law, Doris Gotthardt, 1937-2013

It's what happens when an orb flies freely,
escaping the glass of a world glaring
with human imperfection, industry, idols,
what passes for intelligence and integrity--

it oversees London, the iris of England's
art, the reputation of queens, the relaxed
accent of ancient history revered or scorned
or adored.  A balloon--

now there is something worth seeing,
air encouraging flight the second a grip
on the string loosens or a knot becomes undone
or our natural fascination with release

makes us raise our sights to a sun
running from tower top to tower top,
the oft referenced wandering cloud
wondering at the inscrutable irony

of rubber expecting its own explosion--no,
welcoming it, celebrating it, while ascending like a soul,
past its own reflection, past the tired eye of Big Ben,
into the loving arms of infinity.


Draft 2

Dive, thank you for the inspiration.  I've been pondering this particular photo all week and the metaphor has finally come together.  I am sure there will be more drafts, but in the meantime, here's to looking up!
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