8.2.19 Up

Hope is a yellow balloon

on a silver string that has been let go

spiraling and rising on a bright trail of sunlight

Past the tops of trees

branches brushing as it flies

the tiny bubble of light smiles as it sails

on currents of wind

winding its way beyond indecisive skies

or clouds closing in

Hope dances all the same

on certain assurance

that the only direction worth directing one’s promise

is up