A Frozen Balloon (A Poem)

Life in Taiwan, Poetry / Wednesday, December 27th, 2017

A Frozen balloon,

Wrapped around the finger,

Of a father.

A petrified prod,

Of an innocent one.

Don’t worry,

It won’t harm you.

But you never know,

The next gentle push says.

The balloon nods,

Agreeing to the uncertainty of its nature,

The right to be concerned.

How many pokes will its inflated patience accept?

It’s Buckaroo,

The balloon,

Because it will blow,

Not away,

But up,

One day.


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