it was 30 years ago today
when a band of balloons
rose up above the peak
of the house & were captured
in the eternal blue
friend, lover, man & wife––
crackling skin & body pain &
ecstasies of the heart––
we change & we grow––
somehow we don’t fit
within the rectangular frame
of a photograph or
the boundaries of blue heaven
we are more ubiquitous
than breath
more real than the clasp
of gravity––
we who are made of bird songs &
shifting garden light
becoming each other