Our Getaway

Our getaway got us into
a balloon on the brink
of bursting. Still we
rose and drifted,
drifted and descended
and found a place,
on the face of something
more or less perfect.

So we stayed. Haste paid off
and put us in our place.
The place right next to
that mountain and
those trees. The dust
in the air reminded you
of why we ran and
why it would be best for you
to return.

I stayed and lay in the sun
and under the trees and
in between all those dust particles
because someday you would
run, into a rowboat with six holes,
and find out that ideal drying
can be done under this sun
and these trees.