Sunday, 31 May 2020

The Roller Coaster Ride













Two heart patients on a roller coaster ride, 
and their hearts tied at the end of a string,
the frail string of a matrimonial sacrament of the faith.
Like a balloon held high above their heads, tailing them
they held to it so strongly, so firmly
their hearts at the edge of that string,
ready to take flight any moment
ready to do that ultimate jump of fear, at any moment of a slight blink, and cry,
when the string might slip like water, like sand,
through the slight gaps of the fingers,
drifting their hearts away, in the path of the blowing winds.
Yet, in the course of the ride, it flutters…
trembling in the fleeting wind changing its path
the hearts, the balloons, much above their heads
fluttering, trembling, trying to break free from that hold
from that firm hold of fear, it sways in the ocean ranges of a cyclone.
And maybe when they get down, they will notice the fleeting balloon,
how from their huge palms, it ruptured free unnoticed.
how the bruises were made, by holding that string too long
and how two heart patients went on a roller coaster ride and called it a marriage.

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