window

It is as though in a dream—
or no, the way dreams are interpreted in film
clean, uncluttered, deliberate

I am standing before a wide picture window
outside: an empty parking lot, daylight
monotonous gray

from out of view at right
a carnation pink balloon appears
tumbles briskly, purposefully, to the left, disappears

my mind is stunned to stillness
by this unreal, mythic, symbolic event
the symmetry, the timing, the shock of color over gray

like a crashing wave, mind careens back into action
frenzied thoughts, analogies, explanations overlap—
oh, to return to the jubilant stillness!