Erratic Balloon

I understand

I do

you are not the only one

who sometimes feels like a frightened child

afraid of an erratic balloon 

filled with angry exhalations

the shadow of birds

swooping too close

a zigzagging kite

controlled by the wind’s demands

a cloud that suddenly covers the sun

threatening a storm

it was a necessary habit

formed too early on

now, useless time spent

worried about ghosts that vanish into nothing

~Published in First Literary Review-East