Balloons
Searching for a ceiling
Searching for a sky
Searching for a child’s hand to rest in
Balloon of a dull sky
Search for us
Search for our childish hands together
Connected
Like bread to butter
Like our names printed to balloons
Searching, for us, for you and me
To rest, to sleep
To park its rubber back, in our little hands
Clapping together, like a clam from end to end
Never to divide our hands tonight
In the ascension of our names upon balloons
To the light, to our child hands
To a dull sky, a ceiling in our grasp tonight.