No Gravity

A Poem by Tim M

   When still small, we fastened ourselves to daydreams
       Like hot air balloons
   And let fall the sandbags of doubt

   As we grew, the heat
       Unbridled
   Scorched the sky with its fury
   Visible now were the curves of our world
       And the limitations that would force us to turn back

   But even as the ants again became
       Old, familiar faces
   And the basket frayed, rickety with wear

   Our feet touched the ground
   And knew no gravity