you the red kite
I thrill to fly—
and me
cutting the line,
learning I, too, can fly
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged flying, freedom, kite, poem, poetry on September 22, 2019| Leave a Comment »
you the red kite
I thrill to fly—
and me
cutting the line,
learning I, too, can fly
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged kindness, kite, poem, poetry on October 18, 2018| 3 Comments »
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.