We dance over waves of green,
blowing all different ways.
They twitch beneath us as we hope steadied weather
will bring us to a calmer place
but calm never comes
and we sail on above,
in this balloon of beauty,
watching a world,
bewitched,
betwixt wonder and worry.

We’ll be down amongst the dirt grubs
soon enough.
Let us enjoy what little time we have
up here.