It left the hand of a young girl.
Slipping away from her small fingers, and lifted high into the air.
Ignoring her cries, it could do nothing but rise.
Passing office buildings floor by floor.
Reflecting red in their windows.
Passersby pointed at what they’d never reach – now high in the sky.
Dancing red against white clouds until it was only a speck.
The little girl watched until it disappeared from view – this thing she’d once held.
Then she closed her eyes and imagined it floating and she with it.
Soaring together high into the impossible.
Lofty thoughts only children dare to dream.
Dreams of possibilities born from something let go.