Birthday

Two burgers on the grill
and summer seems so close.
The smell of grilling connects the neighborhood.
I have a beer in my hand,
as I draw my head back to take a pull,
and there in the sky
(standing out like a sentinel)
is a mylar balloon;
it is drifting south
and due to pass overhead
in a minute or so.
It is at least a mile away
and closing fast,
moving south more quickly
than it seems to gain in elevation.
I watch, transfixed, and wonder where the crying child is
and how to tell them of the glory within their loss.
The burgers are done.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s