More Boomerang than Balloon

let go of your white knuckle grip
lose me in the crowd
and walk on without me
I was deflated like a birthday balloon
I sought infinity and the sky
yet tethered to man,
I was forced to watch clouds pass by
slow leak...shhhhhhhhh I drain out of me
let go of your white knuckle grip
or pop me with your sharp words
but do not hold me to you
tethered and sad
and limply hanging on to the sky
let go of your white knuckle grip
and see that I float near
like a shadow or some constant echo
always to return
more boomerang than balloon
more captive than free

For One to Hear

Futility! My trunk it reaches for a stick
My elephant feet still do not hit the bottom
My trumpet sounds aloud for none to hear
It is a muddy grave for me I fear, my dear
My eyes speak as if to tell a story
The only audience is one small black ant
My trumpet sounds aloud for one to hear
Though it's still a muddy grave for me, I fear, my dear.
There is solace in the certainty of ending
Acceptance is the key to sweet release
My trumpet is silent now, so none will hear
It is a muddy grave for me, I fear, my dear.