Letting Go Poem by RIC BASTASA

let go a balloon into an air
going beyond tree tops
and you predict what happens
your fear is there
the bursting, but that is not
what i really mean
the metaphor simply
misses an important
thing in our lives:

we let go because
there is nothing that we can do

because things are more beautiful
if they are what they are

because they tell us also
who we really are

burst if they will let them be
at least we know what
bursting is and how

beautiful is the sound at
the end of it all,
the lingering sound of
silence

is it not soothing and
smooth to our ears?