Brittlebush Blossoms Along a Trail– Image by kenne
DESERT BALLOONS
I was walking this trail
holding strings to many
helium filled balloons.
a trail runner asks;
how come you are walking
with all those balloons?
I’m a wildflower, I said;
can’t you tell,
I’m connected to them.
he looked at me
not sure what I was —
I just looked back.
— kenne
sometimes all you can do is just “look back”. really nice poem and that picture is just lovely!! nice job. Michelle
Thank you. After reading your comment, I reread my poem and notice a misspelling — errors stand out over time.
Made me laugh. I could never have selected this piece, and certainly could never have written it. Oh, to be so free of mind . . . .
Most of the time I’m not, but strive to be more.
What a great comparison!