Kite
Flapping fabric, wind released,
Made something by unseeness
You expand ecstatically
Gay in your gradual ascent.
Unwinding into enormity.
You tug, puppy impetuous
Yearning cloud freedom
Barracking the wind, arguing with air
Shouting yourself into existence.
Drinking your invisible fill.
But remember gaudy friend
This umbilical is a necessary pull,
Cut free guillemot-like you plummet
Unrestrained your chambers empty.
The cord is freedom.
TDBT Iona June 2000