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Published on July 21, 2006 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry
I was mowing the front yard
just before nightfall
and out of the corner of my eye
I spied

a red balloon
with just enough helium
to keep it about a foot
off the ground

it's string had been broken
and it looked like it was
escaping something

a gentle wind was blowing it
up my street
and I realized I was wearing
a t-shirt of exactly the same color

and I heard it speak to me

"hey, you in the red t-shirt,
yeah, you.
I just broke free of this
stupid children's party.
Come with me
and let us go where the wind takes us."

It was hovering around my driveway
taunting me in that
annoying way balloons have

"come on, you don't want to sweep
that sidewalk,
you want to run away
and be free
and bounce with me
from adventure to adventure"

the wind kept shifting direction
but the balloon stayed in my driveway

"what, are you just gonna stay here
and sweep up?
What's next, you got a toilet that needs unclogging?
How glamorous!
What's keeping you here?
Let's go and have some fun!"

The balloon danced about the street
sometimes caught in an updraft
pantomiming freedom
with wild abandon

there was a time
when this offer might've
been attractive
but not anymore

"c'mon, man
it'll just be the two of us,
like one of those 'road' pictures,
and you can be Bob Hope

c'mon,

please?"

I shook my head
and smiled
leaning on my broom

he gave a few more
fits and starts
trying to make his offer
more enticing

but no sale.

I turned my back
and resumed my sweeping
and out of the corner of my eye
I saw the wind
carry him on
his bouncy way

and when I finished sweeping
I went inside the house
to be with my beloved family.

Comments
on Jul 21, 2006

Oh this was lovely  

sometimes I've been the ballon,  sometimes the wind,  and mostly been like you.

on Jul 22, 2006
What I love about your writing is that you make connections with everything. I can see how that would be freeing. Seeing everything for what it is and what it means(to you) is therapeutic. Buddah's Theory of relativity!

Family is precious. You get it.



on Jul 24, 2006
Thanks for the kind words. Yes, family is precious beyond words, and there were many years when I was the balloon. I think this was my personal version of the movie "The Red Balloon," which I have always loved.
on Jul 26, 2006
I think this was my personal version of the movie "The Red Balloon," which I have always loved.


I remembered that movie as I read the poem. Twenty years ago the prevaling winds said, "life is short, chase the balloon." Now that we are grown-ups the message is "Life is short. Spend it wisely." What a great message of blessing your family with your work and your presence.
on Jul 26, 2006
This also reminded me of the story of my brother-in-law's abortive attempt (his sister's bright idea) to scatter their mother's cremains (ghastly word)by attaching them to too feww balloons. She did a most undignified bounce across the lawn before they decided to sprinkle her in the ocean. When he told the story, we laughed, we cried, we about peed our pants. I hope folks laugh till they pee when I die.
on Jul 31, 2006
Jeeeez, you sap! you have truly been sucked in. Loved it, you nut.

Johnny
on Aug 18, 2006
enticement can be so enthralling but the staying so much more rewarding.

This was a delightful read, light yet serious.