Mary Poppins (my balloon)

Do you ever wake up with a smile already waiting
behind your mask,
it feels and looks like
No worries,
it's all good,
my pleasure,
and all are true
and on that day
for some strong sensational vibe
that moves in rolling waves
that nothing can pierce your levitated mood
or drag down your magic carpet
-that without any specific reason or cause-
every-single-thing
makes perfect
sense,
it all adds up
it all works perfectly the way
it should, the right answer,
poetic justice, (re:)solutions and serendipity
and
it's all real?

Not really?
Me neither.



Image detail: Hot air balloon from poster "Le Ballon, bulletin trimestriel de toutes les ascensions; 6me année Janvier, Février, Mars 1883. Un numéro: 75 centimes. Pour tous les états compris dans l'Union Générale des Postes. Rédaction et bureaux A. Brissonnet, Propriétaire Gérant, 127, Bd. Sébastopol, Paris. Advertising for the French aeronautical journal "Le Ballon" shows a balloon carrying two passengers flying in the clouds Chromolithograph by E. Pichot, imprimeur, Paris, 1883.

The sound of falling stars

How does happenstance

happenever?

Does the light fall

thru (by accident)

or intrude only where

there are openings?

Even chance

offers probabilities, (unless) useless,

I guess, all is risk

(in)sound(less)ness

listening for a serenade

out There, 

in the near future called

Hope or Wishupon.

After all,

whose to say it

(was) all was lined up 

that way,

and this was going (all) ways

going to (all) happen

any (which) way

the circumstance of chance

happens

to 

fall

up

on

us
?

Image By NASA/Bill Ingalls [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Perseid Meteor shower 8/2015.