We surged up together in the basket
Shockingly fast – un unlikely quartet –
We two, your mother and your sister’s boy,
Sudden blasts of flames shooting us into the sky.
As we drifted uneasily above English shires
You took my hand and we stood side by side
Our silence punctuated by regular fiery jets,
We would marry in a year, but did not know it yet.
Our descent impeded, giant pylons in view
We banged down sideways, balloon spreading askew,
Instructed to fall, big catching small, one upon the other,
Thus I fell on you and the boy on your mother.
Everything and nothing has changed since our ascending,
You are still by my side, always my soft landing.