Lay the pieces out for inspection,
neatly arranged by type and size.
Select matching parts.
Assemble supports.
Gently stretch delicate skin
across the framework
we have constructed together.
Secure the string.
Connect heaven and earth through humanity,
and soar
on the ocean breeze at twilight.
The pounding surf laps at your shore like a greedy orphan
chewing away the boundary between sea and land.
While our hearts ride the wind with the kites
we carve our joy in granite
and write our regrets in the sand.
The moment will expire
but we can examine the corpse
to gather some cold comfort
some lonely day when wonder
seems like every other lie we save for children.
But right now it doesn’t take work
Light, unrestrained
Yearns through the void
To kiss your face
And die in my eyes
And the string pulls and sometimes it burns
The kite will do what the kite will do
and it will fall when it falls
despite our desire and karma.
We just hold tight
enjoying the night,
flying.
