Day 401: The Art of Flying a Kite

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a body can go far too long
without flying a kite.

it’s a luxury that requires space
between walls.

but when you go –
as i hope you all do,
and someday soon –

heed the leaves.

when they rustle behind you,
it means a gust is coming;

and just like a wave
whose surf is a promise
that can be taken
or left to pass by,

the breeze will lift
what vaults with bravery
into it.

 

so run.

and lift.

and leap.

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there will inevitably come a time
when your kite will head
down, onto a roof
or over, into a tree,

and these are the dangers of flying,
i suppose.

but with some finesse at the string
you can dance,
and pull,
and give,
and change direction
where the wind is willing.

 

the hardest parts of flying a kite,
it seems to me,
are firstly,
recalling that you have one to fly,
and secondly,
following the impish impulse to fly it.

 

it takes great presence
to pause
in the rapid air around you,
and remember to ride.

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