The Will Is Not So Easily Contained

by Brianna Noll

The helium shortage
means no more
balloons, no
more floating
voices. There have
been maintenance
troubles in Amarillo—
the element tugs
at plant ceilings.
Its nature defies
gravity, brings
its container along
for the ride.
What the mind thinks,
the heart transmits—
this is wordless—
but sometimes both
need lifting.
What will we do
when the helium
escapes its reserves—
wells that sprawl,
spoked wagon wheels,
beneath the desert?
What will we do
when we know
the ground has lifted
us, but still we feel
grounded?

 

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