there's not really too much that gets me down
~
i'm kind of like a hot air balloon
drifting
shading my eyes from the sun
while
trying to catch butterflies
soaking in what i see and letting my hair get messy in the breeze
~
unfortunately
though
sometimes i land abruptly
too suddenly
too rough
and
not in the beautiful tulip filled field where i was aiming
~
instead
it's in the field next to the run down farm
filled with cows and goats and fresh manure
and
the wicker basket to my air balloon drags heavily through it
bouncing
collecting shit along the way
~
finally it comes to a halt
~
the sickly looking cows wander over
for a closer inspection
wondering what all the commotion is
and
they're frightened
by my
"it's supposed to be in the field of tulips"
basket
and
they snort and kick
and
i fall into the fetal position
and
plug my ears
and
kick my feet in a toddler type of tantrum
~
i'm not technically tethered here in this manure filled field
but
the shit is heavy
acting
like bricks
forcing me to stay grounded
~
so i hope for changes
and
pray that i can make it through the rest of his teenage years
while
making promises with god
knowing
that the only way i can fly again
is when the shit weighing my basket down
dries up and falls off
*
