Flightpath
I wonder she thinks,
Where that balloon is going?
As she watches it soar over the city.
The bubble knows.
It’s been and come back again,
And will no doubt, return.
High above the Royal Mile,
From the bags of the balloon seller and bubble blower both,
They soar above rooftops, toward the destinations of:
ANYWHERE,
And,
EVERYWHERE,
They make her wonder how far she can go.
And when the light gust breezes them off course,
It’s ok,
Because anything is possible and everywhere is amazing,
Where there is love and sunshine and a festival in summer.
Where that balloon is going?
As she watches it soar over the city.
The bubble knows.
It’s been and come back again,
And will no doubt, return.
High above the Royal Mile,
From the bags of the balloon seller and bubble blower both,
They soar above rooftops, toward the destinations of:
ANYWHERE,
And,
EVERYWHERE,
They make her wonder how far she can go.
And when the light gust breezes them off course,
It’s ok,
Because anything is possible and everywhere is amazing,
Where there is love and sunshine and a festival in summer.
This poem is copyright (©) Laura Cooney 2024
About the Writer
Laura Cooney
Laura is a writer from Edinburgh who writes for both children and grown ups and has numerous publications both in print and online. When she's not doing 'lots of writing' she'll be found with her two daughters as close to the sea as possible, probably looking for shells. There will be ice-cream!
