Balloons

Tyler Bigney

My loneliness fell in love
with a Polish girl on a bus
from Stanstead, to Heathrow.
It was raining, but I’m not here
to talk about my heart,
or how the rain fell sideways
and battered the window. I want
to fill the world with hummingbirds,
blue ones, let them loose
like balloons, watching
as they move the sky,
the clouds, the sun.