THE STRING ON THE KITE

The wind flowed
into the room

like an immense invisible
river

pushing aside the curtains
of stone.

The world was
in flood & i

felt like a cow
stuck on a roof

my mind meandering
in a fever

me...mere human debris
caught on a bend.

I lost inside of me.

my sister's voice calling
my name as if

I were a distant planet
that had yet to be discovered

the shreds of self
clinging to the love

in her voice
the string on the kite.