I need nothing more today
than a bit of string—not
to hold things together, no,
but to wrap around my wrist
and touch each time I need
to remember to be kind.
Which is all day. The trick
is remembering to touch it,
remembering the invitation
to choose what is kind.
A fierce wind blows.
All day, I imagine I am kite,
that I am the one who holds
it on a slender string,
the one who eventually lets it go.
Hello my friend! I love this poem!
Kite, holder, let go-er – yep, when we can be all of those we can feel Life moving, blowing, changing, passing, coming… on and on. Thanks for the imagery!
Also, nothing like a string – preferably purple – to remind us to choose what is kind. 🙂
All the best to you!
Love and Namaste, Augusta
Oh friend, who knew how many poems that little bit of purple string would bring! Such a sweet act of kindness on your part. I am so grateful for you.
And I for you, my friend…and I for you! Namo