Balloon Spider (verse)
Kellogg, Charlotte
Balloon Spider O traveler on the wind of morn What calls you from the dewy plain? By urgent gossamer upborn Some far, elusive goal to gain Why leave you cup and thorn? From your own body reels...
...So shall the quest be sped...
...Charlotte Kellogg...
...Into the infinite we throw Our wefts of faith, balloons of love And, grappling, ever forward go...
...Above the early western lea A thousand silken bubbles float, Buoyed by a breath from off the sea Now lift as one, builder and boat, As one, from earth set free...
...From your own body reels the thread That upward drifts, and pausing soon, With twist and turn divinely led Sends high a silver-webbed balloon...
...Oh, mystery all else above, The homeward way to know...
Vol. 11 • February 1930 • No. 17
