From my window
the rhombus of coloured paper
Looks like a kite
But is it really?
It's come from the sky.
And now it hangs.
Between heaven and earth.
Between dreams and reality.
Between wings and roots.
From my window
I can't see what's holding it up.
Is it a wire?
Or did gravity fail?
Is some little boy coveting it
At just this moment?
Even as I wish it would break loose and fly away
Is he trying to find a way to bring it down to earth?
1 comment:
Kites in the sky make me think of Durga Puja. In Cal right now the skies are a vivid clean blue with great lashings of fat white clouds and between the houses and the sky there are bright patches of flying colour. Lovely
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