Hot Air Balloon
The hot air balloon
is low above my ground,
sky is all grey,
a voice,
a sound,
distant now,
and fully resonant
in another time
and another place.
We medicalise trauma
like blunt force fauna,
but I remember
all those years ago,
trying to turn
every corner.
And now
the hot air balloon
of my life
Rises up,
reaching
new heights.
James Garratt – 27th August 2025
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Hot Air Balloon – Written Wednesday 27th August 2025 (aged 50)
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