THE KITE

He arrived like a hand-hewn paper-mache kite

Unexpectedly released into my skies

Flying high, swooping close

To my upturned face.

I didn't recognize him at first -

Didn't know he was a kite

Light and delicate/strong and powerful.

At first he was simply another on the ground.

Then he flew.

I flew too -

Rediscovered flying.

I came to see the cross bars that shape him