Drifter

An anchor,
To hold me steady
That’s what I desire.
I am filled with helium,
And might drift skyward,
And away with the breeze.
A strong wind might take me beyond
The pale edges of the clouds--
Too far to ever return.
I am only floating,
Ungrounded,
How do you anchor down a ghost?
I don’t want the oblivion.
I want to remain.
Solid ground.
Cold earth.
Stay.