we climb across
through
around
hope
grassy steps leading to hilltop
hands stringwrapped with our yellow balloons
some too little to know
some old enough to know all
all tied to single string known as
survivor
now standing together
ready to release our stringbound
hope
love
strength
determination
into the windy sky and
watch as if
it is
us rising
drifting on the breeze
until all we are
is a smudge of yellow in the hazy heaven
and we come back down
to world
of waiting for the
cure
