Hot Air Balloon

The coincidences of this year
have all gathered up
in my head.
And like a hot air balloon,
they’ve filled it so high
that my thoughts now float—

with ideas like:
you killed that spider for me,
you came to see me that day,
you knew my favorite poet
and my favorite travel destination.

But every hot air balloon
must eventually
return to land,
its passengers
mesmerized
by all the views
of skies.


But I am not ready to
leave these coincidences
to the skies.