float

Hot air balloon by Peter Heeling

adrift over the sea of life
aimless but consistent
in my effervescent rise
and ever present fall
the world never quite looks
as pretty up close
so I float
in the clouds where
my thoughts can’t hurt
anyone
and where the sun
works to burn
away my doubts
warming my skin and soul
so that I might
tolerate
the plummet
back
to earth