One weighed down with thick chains
The other grasping a massive bunch of colored balloons
Standing at Hokmah’s threshold checking
Addresses, GPS coördinates, door codes
Anticipating the down-to-earth farm-woman
Welcoming them in and lifting from one the
Weighty burden of chains, commenting as she
Does that they might find a use for them around the
Farm, perhaps to tow something with a tractor,
And then, between checking the pies in the oven and
The roast slow cooking, she takes the balloons,
Dividing them and telling of her plan to
Distribute them one each to the children.
Relieved of weighty depression, negative
Self-talk and low self-esteem; relieved of
Inflated fantasies of greatness, yet able to
Accept a single red balloon in celebration,
They melted and merged into
One, ordinary, normal, human being.
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