Go Fly A Kite Poem by Midnight Clarity

lie back on the wind
let it take you high
and swoop you down
to near disaster,
terminal velocity
a heart held
in your mouth,
then up again
so high again
straining to be free
tugging twine
that pinches fingers
till they bleed,
a tiny sacrifice
when weighed
against the thrill
of flight, dodging all the tails
and tangles, running people,
fragile papers splitting
colours splashed across the sky,
dry rainbows jumping, falling,
swooping, calling every child
of every age to look up
mouth open, look up and gasp
to see a riot underneath the clouds
creatures of the air that roar
and whistle as they fly,
their manmade tails whipping
shards of glass to slice the cords
let other kites go free
to tumble slowly to a shatter
on the grass of the savannah
bleeding shreds of paper
splinters of bamboo, of balsa
shorn of glory now.
a kite must fly
must lean upon the wind
and soar, to speak its meaning.



An Easter tradition in Barbados