The kite and the wind
Beautiful partners, in the choreography
Of matter and medium.
Flesh and drift.
They dance like there’s no tomorrow
In somersaults and flips
And when the wind gathers speed
The kite dances stronger
And the thread hangs on to the tension
Knowing how steep the final climb is, to heaven,
And how deep the abyss will be,
When Lucifer unstrings the cord
And the kite plummets
Like an albatross crashing to hell.