Kiting
~
a whispered zephyr
tosses my hair
brushes soft my cheek
hope gently stirs
a promise of breeze
begins to freshen
it wafts
and builds
gathers strength
heartbeat quickens
anticipation
spirals anew
the building currents
draw taut the line
then
an urgent tug
the moment arrives
my kite fills
then billows
it stands and dances
sculpted tight
against the frame
caught full
by this mounting breeze
it lifts with grace
rises with purpose
with deft hand
and careful eye
I guide it
safely airborne
further
faster
it ascends
carried skyward
on friendly drafts
empowered
by winds of good fortune
this day my kite
has taken flight
bold aloft
in the clear bright sky
with a constant wind
my kite
fragile as a dream
soars strong
and steady
a sudden gust
my kite is tossed
but a nimble touch
keeps it skyward
should winds
like fortune
turn
and the sky grow still
my kite
like fate
will falter
weather
like life
makes no guarantee
but such is the thrill of kiting
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rob kistner © 2008
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