The vendor struggled in the wind
to control the massive bunch of balloons.
The wind’s current blew them around his legs
then raised the balloons to encompass him so that only his legs could be seen
In a second the balloons soared high in the wind
bright colors, in different shapes and sizes,
bouncing and blowing
for a microsecond
into alignment
I thought of myself as the vendor
And the windblown, colorful balloons,
(Some appealing, some not),
as the experiences this new year will bring
with its highs, lows
and unexpected perfection.