I’m moving through a circle formed

On one side by a line of trees and

The other a ring of daffodils around

Two tall trees alone

Through this moment of movement

A red and white plastic bag is making its way scudding

Along a line blown across my path; continuing on past

My arrival and departure

Look up through the aperture of heavy heart rate

See a helium balloon also rising also blown

Sad because it was probably some kid’s but happy

That it has made an escape and new destiny awaits its arrival.