Day 45 – balloon

Thursday, October 15, 2009
Day 45
7:00 pm – 8:17 pm

balloon

they were sure the little boy was the one

Oh, and what if he fell!

what, with a name like Falcon and an inventor for a father and a storm-chaser for a mother

Oh, the anchorwoman was so sure!

you could not help but look up and see the dreams of parents falling from the sky

Air balloon! Is he! He can’t be! But the brother thinks! And the neighbors saw!

Something

Was

Falling

maybe they were straps?
or a mother’s final laugh
and what kinds of What Ifs did the parents think in its midst?

but They think they saw and now for cameras chasing a homemade helium aircraft over two hours
we will sit glued to the screen and listen to the gasps of the newsroom chase of the day.

Is he in there? Did he fall out? Where is he? Air search! Ground search! Air balloon expert!

somewhere between commotion and the momentum of story, the media took lead
and suddenly there was definitely a boy either fallen or flying across the sky.

how could this
how can it
i could barely breathe

there was just so much time to wonder and read in to rumor about his seemingly angry,
mad-scientist father and careless, passive mother.

articles mentioned wife-swapping. for reality television. taking the kids for family outings in to
the eye of the storm. literally. not to mention the mention of their searches for extraterrestrials.

what kind of
this can’t be
i didn’t know what to believe

i accused technology
i cursed the parents
i damned the news

this sort of too-much was just enough for T.V. sensation cum worst family nightmare.
just enough to ponder with anguish and wonder, a six-year-old in such a frame.

Did he tire of his father’s devotion to another dimension outside of time at home for
family, so the little boy let it loose to release its weight to the world?

Did he fantasize getting in to that balloon because he was big enough to untether it and
small enough to fit inside? The newsroom did.

they wanted to be sure

they were to catch either unyielding tragedy or inconceivable courage on this day

Today

the boy was found
safe at home in a small box
in the attic.

he was sleeping

or hiding

not much else is known.

traci kato-kiriyama

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About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

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