Sum to infinity

 

Helium balloons were

the original miracle,

synthetic eggshells of

light and lucidity that

weighed less than nothing,

you were always

the child who didn't

hold on tight enough.

 

This week I sat my exams;

above the huge and

hollow building, the sky

accelerated towards

us, clouds

black with voltage, thick

stormy vectors

that swarmed beyond

the windows.

 

With physics nothing is a

miracle anymore,

 

but how strange

to sit there,

calculating a sum to infinity,

when what it

amounts to is

 

the smooth planetarium

of sky,

punctured by your red

balloon travelling at

constant velocity

                          forever.

 

First Place

Charlotte Trevella

Rangi Ruru Girls' School

Christchurch

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