Ponder Landing

In this hour I feel like a passenger
In a basket of a hot air balloon
Caught in a purple and gray thunder storm
High above the checkered farms
And all the good people having a Sunday beer
And all the Bibles in the drawers
And all the housewives on the floor
And all the cows make milk for the babes

Shaking in the dark gray sky
Closer to the moon
‘hoot’ says an early owl
Somewhere below a worried dog howls
A lonely teenage kid tunes sad guitar
A grandma dies
A guy kisses his girl in the street

But I shake in my basket
In my hot air balloon
Lightning streaks purple curtains tear
My blue flame is steady
But can’t last forever

Maybe I’ll land in a pond.