I used to send questions
Scrawled on huge balloons
Demanding answers from the sky.
Now I tool with satellites and know
The sky cannot talk or write and balloons
Pop not halfway their mission.
Still, I would like to fly a small balloon.
I won’t, of course, my children
Would think me strange.
First published in Sands & Coral 34 (February 1996); later anthologized in the cyber-anthology The Other Voices International Project Vol. 10 No. 4 (November 2004) (www.othervoicespoetry.org)
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