I had a dream about a balloon a few nights ago. I can't tell you the details of the dream. Frankly, I do not remember them. Just the balloon. Red, of course, like in the movie, IT. I am not a fan of balloons nor clowns so a balloon in my dream was very disconcerting. I thought about this damned balloon all day. What did it mean, why was it in my dream. Why is it in my head several hours after the dreams is completely over. No clue but it is distracting and to remove it from my psyche I did what all artists do, took it out of my head and brought it into my reality. An illustration and a poem.
Connected to the world
Only by a string and your hand
You look down at your feet, wishing you could fly, then
You looked up and with a mischievousness grin you
Released it into the blue sky.
It will travel in your place – but where will it go?
Well first, it will sail over the grit of your city into the suburbs where everything is the same boring;
Tracking its way to the more exciting locations of the world.
Maybe to Ghana's Accra or Egypt's Alexandria.
London? Everyone goes there
Paris? It must go there
Berlin? Maybe there
Havana? Yes Havana
You wish it adieu and pray that it sees it all before it burst.