Kite
Holding on against the tug, the pull of the line
The face in shadow, its back against the sun
Never daunted by the tumbling thermals
But using the physics of lift and drag
Its surfaces tensioned and taut
Exploiting atmospheric pressure
The elemental feel and flow of forces
To climb, heavier than the air
To defy the very force of gravity
Up to exhilarating height
Distant now, but still in sight
Scudding rough across the sky
Its silken fabric facets flashing
Straining bamboo frame, pigtail waving
Soaring and swooping in its dizzying ascent
Looping , lifting, lurching,
An aerial aerobic ballet
An angled acrobatic flight of fancy
An unruly child who stretches and strains
Who tests my strength and patience
Who cannot be steered, merely guided
Its own brute force not yet marshalled
High aloft upon the careering wind
Yanking on the leash that holds it back
Restrained and tethered
By the thin umbilical cord
Of the thinnest, toughest string
And anchored to the ground
Connecting Earth and Space
With its head up in the clouds
But my feet firmly planted on the ground
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