Like a kite…

I never learned properly

how to fly the paper chase and nailed

down wood, I would watch

with awe as others flew so high,

tumbled and rose again

in the swirling winds, their lives made happy

because the kite touched the edge

of the perceived sky, where mine limped

and sagged, scrapped the sands and snagged on rocks,

like a kite destined to flump along as I ran,

making my heart beat out of time,

pushing the kite, willing the kite

to see just how high it would go,

happy it seems to flounder and decorate the beach

and look up at the sun smiling in the heavens.

Ian D. Hall 2017