somehere up around Canada

Chill (e) in the air mister
As the heat from flame rose red
Ballast increased and the thin skin swelled… viva, viva… Viagra
Word of a nor’easter was spreading… yes spreading about
Protected I felt, as I cast cares to the breeze and lifted off
Gander

The higher I reached, the greater was the blow
I had anticipated being rocked… I knew I would be stoned
Northward it seemed I was going, or at least high to the Gods for tea and a chat

As fate would have it, the ballast was lost all too soon
Perhaps a hole in the skin had opened and relieved the pressure
The skin deflated, as it were, and the flight was over
“All too soon”, she said, “all too soon” … “you have invaded the shallows of my bay, goose”… “now penetrate my depths, else I let you drown”
to me, this was…
New Found Land

poem©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.