Kite Flying for Beginners

             KITE FLYING for BEGINNERS

Kite flies high over Sunday morning

Bright spirit of the air

Set free by thoughts and hands and

A flowing breeze like maiden’s hair

String bowed, seemingly disconnected

Vulnerable, inadequate,

For all its rough fixings it rides the wild wind

My energy conducted high into its soul.

I keep it there for all to see

This crest bearing flag that I would  fly on

When  zest and skill is spent, beyond my  leaving,

Higher, avoiding the tangled cliff

Catching the eye of the sky gazer,

Cloud dreamer, truth worshshipper.

I can show you how it flies, and say

‘Take it from me children; take it my friends;

Feel the pull of it

Feel the immunity from darkening skies;

Run with the power of it;

Nurse it as far as the string will allow,

And when other kites appear,

And when you are happy to do so

Simply let go!’