We flew to
the moon via balloon,
watched the earth
smaller and smaller until it was a trifling, pea sized ball.
I felt so light.
The moon was a field of flowers:
poppies and tulips and whatever you like and the grass waved a welcome and we laid
right down. I looked at
still blue here and thought about our getaway,
how it was planned years ago. You were the
The boy ran to his father, embraced in so much love and you girls, twirled, arms outstretched, giggling, flowing with the air, simple, fancy dresses fluttering with your steps and I closed my eyes, smiled
Then He and I floated on a raft crafted from wood, square and big enough.
Fear did not exist.