Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

The Sphere 

 

A sky-descending sphere

Fought its inner light breeze

Against the outer blowing one

Creating a graceful dance

Slowly offering a show

 

Bemused, I step forth

A finger daring forward

Curling back with fright

To anger or kill it

Like a bursting bubble

 

Nobody dared touching it

I wonder if it saddened

If it pleaded freedom

Before my threatening finger

Flinched at the last moment

 

They never found what it was

Why it came and why it left

What it held or how it felt.

Should I have risked life

For its waltz or homeland sky?