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Ballast - Dec. 28, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 28, 2025
  • 1 min read

 

it seems harder each morning

to get up off the ground

 

the sun, of course, makes me

lighter, dries the damp feelings

 

a nice moment with another person

gives buoyancy and lift

 

what seems critical though

is to reduce ballast

 

dump the mental loads, the luggage

of worries, the heavy dirt-sack futures

 

I want to start each day cheerful,

don’t you?

 

I’ve no need to fly, the weightlessness

of a bubble is enough

 

and there’s no need to be somewhere

just floating up and anywhere

 
 
 

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