>You danced across the street – half flying – half rolling
and you looked blue and lightweight and forlorn.
You should be somewhere else – at a children’s
birthday party to absorb the laughter of an afternoon in
the garden and inhale the scent of sweat, orange juice,
excitement and friendship
You should sprint at a boy’s hand, run along the
beach and deep into a forest, be whatever his fantasy
tells you to be – Robin Hood, a proud stallion or a
mighty warrior – ready to fight side by side
You should be tied to a little girl’s bed, watch her
cheeks get warm and rosy and her hair curl like a
smooth frame around her sleepy face
You should fly away, explore the top of the mountains,
dance with the birds, reach for the universe and gaze
down on blue lakes and picturesque towns like a king,
admiring his kingdom.
But instead you are here, dragged by the wind across
a grey city street in thick morning darkness
And as i bike along, i hear a bang – the car driver
didn’t see or didn’t care – or both.
And my heartbeat stopped for a second – and my mouth
was dry – it hurt like it was me that got run down by
some careless foreigner’s car – a ghostrider in the darkness
on some lonely path.
And for a moment i felt stupid about caring that much
for a blue balloon.