Wishing to fly my kite again...
The secret of it
I gave up on...
the ones we made in school
of paper stuck in trees
Only by the ocean
could I send one to the sky
Tail of yellow streaming
if the wind was right
Tethered to its spool
My sky-dog
on leash of string
released, unwound
my hope
to send it all aloft
with crescent moon
and golden rocket on the blue--
diamond growing ever smaller
into the light of day
Until it stood above for hours
on the gentling winds
a miracle
Lying in the sand below
I dream about it
tail curling in the currents
on this coldest of days
a miracle
still
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Wishing to fly my kite again...
The secret of it
I gave up on...
the ones we made in school
of paper stuck in trees
Only by the ocean
could I send one to the sky
Tail of yellow streaming
if the wind was right
Tethered to its spool
My sky-dog
on leash of string
released, unwound
my hope
to send it all aloft
with crescent moon
and golden rocket on the blue--
diamond growing ever smaller
into the light of day
Until it stood above for hours
on the gentling winds
a miracle
Lying in the sand below
I dream about it
tail curling in the currents
on this coldest of days
a miracle
still
For Mr. Sheehan who showed us the ways of kites out on The Cape.