Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Ill Fated Balloon
The jagged rock slashed fabric and wicker
As the balloon crashed into the mountain.
We clung to the ballast straps, the pilot
Doing all he could to mask his terror
In the face of embarrassing failure.
Our lives in his hands, we looked for guidance;
His blank expression gave us no comfort.
Yielding to gravity, we plummeted,
And though he searched, the pilot couldn't find
An "easy" button to help him through this.
Caren E. Salas