A shaky fellow and bald,
holding on for dear life
to things nailed down,
or heavy enough.
He told me if he ever let go
he’d fall up
and hurtle through the atmosphere
like a sad balloon leaving the circus.
He wears his shoes three sizes too big,
so his family can know where he met his end.
Once I saw him hugging a tree in an open field.
I wondered how he got there
and if he would ever get back.