Smoke on the air

Annette Marie Hyder

Let the past be
like smoke on the air
just a trace of proof
that there ever was
such a great blaze
between you and me
that set whole forests on fire
set the world on fire too
with flames licking the ceiling of the sky
curling the painted clouds off
and even managing to steam the cold stars
to unusual brilliance.

Let the past dissipate
while it drifts its way backwards
and becomes harder and harder to see.


A few literary quotes on the past:

“Shall we never, never get rid of this Past?”
cried he, keeping up the earnest tone of his preceding conversation.
“It lies upon the Present like a giant’s dead body.”  — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The House of the Seven Gables

“What’s gone and what’s past help should be past grief.” — Shakespeare, A Winter’s Tale

Can’t repeat the past?… Why of course you can!”F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 6

Sunny morning

Annette Marie Hyder

That big beautiful sun
is a hot air balloon
rising over the horizon
and lifting everything up with it
because the world is attached
as its basket
with me in it
along for the ride.


The universe is a sky filled with such hot air balloons. Or, to paraphrase Carl Sagan, ‘A morning filled with 400 billion suns hot air balloons’.