Here, there is no rooftop but sky
a sense of space for flight- free
for my rainbow ribbons to be
wild in the wind, free
as the clouds scudding across the sky.
A flight up, down, around, free
to change direction, start anew. Does she
want me to pull her up? Is she free?
No one can see the string that once connected
me to the girl. Only the wind and I are free
to dance together. Our flight is not from or to,
up or down. The wind knows it is not free-
not from pressure, temperature, the earth's rotation...
but does it care? What does it mean to be free?
Ask the girl. Ask those looming shadows behind
her, ask the waves crashing where free
means released, unleashed, eased as if for a moment
wishes were dreams flying high as kites totally free.
Kite with Girl by Kitty Jospe | Poetry Fabric Box
$15.00Price
