Breaking Free Poem by Keith Parsons

Press firmly on the lever to fill her full of air
My giant, grand cabana is lying everywhere
The yarn is tethered tightly to loops of metal rings
The rings are interwoven with twisted fabric strings

The rolling, silky billows and wetted satin sheen,
Like dancing undercover from scenes of La Boheme
The lauded sounds and twirling, rise circled in the air
Trapped only by the canopy hung under starry glare

A massive form of roundness jumps up to full balloon
The looming of the loom reaches skyward very soon
It tugs at lanyard’s lashings firmly staked into the ground
The highest peak will see her soon shooting through the clouds

Now she floats up freely gliding high on whispered streams
The rising so exciting when breaking tether free
The looking back is rueful when looking to beyond
The coming back is careful when wind is going yon

And here she comes from heaven a gently gliding dream
Her silken woven cover shines bluish shades of green
The landing like on cotton, a quiet coming home
The firmness of the planet a welcome to bestow