Kite Dreams Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Think of a kite.

It is a handsome kite, a pretty one.
Imagine the kite is you.

You’re closer to the sun
and the wind seems wild, new.

Though you’re made of paper,
you are strong, you bend,

you caper,
you spin.

Above you azure, after that indigo,
below is green, after that black.

You wonder when to let go—
only a string holds you back.

The kite is on one end of the cord;
you are on the other.

Who’s leading who,
brother?

Imagine you’ve let go of the string
and it’s let go of you.

Now will you soar and sing
or just admire the view?

Or will you plop to the ground
Weighed down
by fear and the sound
of your own voice?