123. A Square Balloon

I saw myself a square balloon

floating towards a full moon;

I wondered why it was square

when balloons are usually round.

Though I did not dare to follow,

my feet began to lift off the ground.

Apparently I had no such say

in the matter, anyway. . . 

I then began to spin around

and around, left and right and upside down.

Even so the balloon was always

in plain sight as she then began

to form into a roller coaster storm.

I could tell the days were numbered

and the lumbering panda bears below

seemed to have also become afloat;

the loose air from the square balloon

brought upon a snowstorm in late June.

I could tell that we were all doomed

unless I somehow found a way

to turn this storm into a sunny day.

I was not sure how I could

(although I knew that somehow I would)

because days like these aren’t forever

as long as you pull back time’s lever;

we see to it that we return to the day before

upon the sands of the penguin shore

where there is a wooden door. . . 

where you may open it and see

that the square balloon in the sky

had actually been round all this time.