Light, fleeting, a helium balloon
Joy wobbled, bright green on a string
Floated away, waving in the wind
Higher than anything.
“I need your help!” I told my neighbors
People stumbling to and fro
“Let’s grab it! Jump! Lift me up on your shoulders!
Bring it down with a gun or a bow!”
Reaching and climbing on one another
Scrambling, clawing, sweating
Our fingers would brush the string of the balloon called Joy
But elusive, away it’d go jetting
Why is this so impossible?
Why is Joy so high?
So far, so rebellious
Floating into the cloudy blue sky?
Then suddenly, down the asphalt came
Light tapping of shoes, merry and bright
Smile cracking wrinkles on either eye
Holding something round, smooth, and full of light
“That’s Joy! How’d you get one?
Ours is still floating away
Where did yours come from?
Have you had that all day?”
Twinkling grin, arms strong
He held bright green Joy
But it was not made of helium, nor did it escape
The picture perfect happy boy
“You all are fighting for
A community feeling you have to hold together
Thinking if not all grasp the string
Then no one can have this fleeting feather.
Reliant on each other’s emotions
As if joy comes from the external
But I manufacture my own Joy
Mine is internal.”
How? When my focus is on the group’s balloon?
How to have my own glowing ball?
An orb that comes from my own heart
No matter the feeling of all
I pray my Joy exists deep and glowing
Even if everything around me breaks
If the world crumbles and falls into the sea
God’s Joy inside no one takes.