There goes my kite
Up in the blue sky
Like a colourful bird
It soars high and high.

Fluttering its tail
Over the roofs and trees
It flips, *****
And dances with breeze.

With the gust of wind
It swirls round and round.
When wind is gone
It floats to the ground.

Sometimes to my left
Sometimes to my right
It chases the clouds
And fills heart with delight.

the skin and sinew
muscle and bone
soul and spirit
belief and denial.

I often wonder
if snowflakes feel
themselves falling
or if the world
simply
rises among them.

Sunflowers fill the space where grief will not
Lumpy navy seats fill the room as the lights dim
Words are spoken in the fumes of salt and snot
Nothing can fill the murk in our souls as we drift