Spring in NYC

by E. Marmer
posted Aug 25, 2015

I’m a balloon in the crisp blue sky!

A bright, yellow one, almost bursting.

And I love the breeze brushing my cheek

As I rise up

Set in motion by the soft air and

My own inside surge.

Surge, Surge, Surge!

And then float above.

And in that single moment

I can see the park

And the milling people

And the whole scene.

I see it and feel it.

It’s inside my skin

It’s the source of my surge.

It and you.

I’m happy!