Travelling in my basket carriage

Travelling in my basket carriage

I feel the heat and the cool breeze

On my face

Air above me

Air below me

Travelling in my basket carriage

Being cradled with long spindling ropes

Holding me upright

The large silk balloon

I look down to the sand dunes

Untouched by man

No footprints on these natural sand waves

I see before me

The golden sun

The moody jet black clouds

Tinged with burning angry red

I don’t care where I travel too

Travelling in my basket carriage

Being cradled with long spindling ropes

Holding me upright

The large silk balloon

My momentary home

As we float over the deserted land

Untouched by human hands

Toria

7/6/2022