Let
it
go...
Let it catch on the nearest breeze
and alight,
though it may never pass this way again.
It was built for the sky.
Why tether it to earth
with a bit of yarn & a prayer?
Let it be,
what it is.
A skeleton frame & scraps of tissue
bound together with a dream of flight.
This kite;
such a labor of love,
a hundred failed structures
& innumerable papercuts, endured
before triumphant bloodied fingertips
finally / afixed bows onto twine.
A decorative declaration, in defiance of gravity,
still begs some questions.
What does it look like
pressed up against the sunlight?
Will it glint gosssamer as it dances amongst clouds?
Who could confine its journey to a single spool of string
when it was meant to discover heights known only to aeroplanes & eagles?
Just / one / *snip*
& FREEDOM!
Just / one / *woooooosh*
& abruptly an aerialist
is performing hysterical acrobatics overhead.
This closing act, is no choreographed routine.
It is the last crescendo of a frantic fatalistic waltz,
before, the inevitable falling.
Landing / shaterringly, sorrowlessly,
kitetails gracelessly tangled in trees.
Exhilarated,
exhausted,
at ease.
it
go...
Let it catch on the nearest breeze
and alight,
though it may never pass this way again.
It was built for the sky.
Why tether it to earth
with a bit of yarn & a prayer?
Let it be,
what it is.
A skeleton frame & scraps of tissue
bound together with a dream of flight.
This kite;
such a labor of love,
a hundred failed structures
& innumerable papercuts, endured
before triumphant bloodied fingertips
finally / afixed bows onto twine.
A decorative declaration, in defiance of gravity,
still begs some questions.
What does it look like
pressed up against the sunlight?
Will it glint gosssamer as it dances amongst clouds?
Who could confine its journey to a single spool of string
when it was meant to discover heights known only to aeroplanes & eagles?
Just / one / *snip*
& FREEDOM!
Just / one / *woooooosh*
& abruptly an aerialist
is performing hysterical acrobatics overhead.
This closing act, is no choreographed routine.
It is the last crescendo of a frantic fatalistic waltz,
before, the inevitable falling.
Landing / shaterringly, sorrowlessly,
kitetails gracelessly tangled in trees.
Exhilarated,
exhausted,
at ease.