Monday, December 04, 2006

Kite Haiku

Primary colours
splash the slate sky; thin strings tie
dun earth to green sea.


Dream kite drank the sky,
ripped my fingers for freedom,
dragged me off my feet.


Unreliable
winds: my kite lifts, loops, crashes,
snaps my hopes in sand.


Picked up. Patched up. Climb
high on a steady breeze:
lift my heart again.


You smile, feint, escape,
soar away. I stand limp-stringed,
dropped, directionless.


1 comment:

c.a. leibow said...

not bad. Kites are a way to get in touch with being still. "Go Fly A Kite." thank you I will.