To See A Kite Fly In The Sky Poem by RIC BASTASA

you may say it is beautiful to see a kite fly in the sky
it is like a cat wagging its tail
a picture of joy perhaps but you should have tried being a kite
floating
do you know how is it to float? that feather without wings
you do not know how is it to be a cloud or a fog
how was it when you are skinned out of love, when we were young and your best friend leaves your place?
there was crying, and then the floating begins
you are the child without a mom, a stranger without a definite
destination
a man scraped of any purpose
that student who changes course every semester
that woman shifting from one man to another
that businessman always losing money from one investment to another
you know what i mean. There are so many metaphors of failures. So many stories about losing love and life.
you have your own.
and you know what i really mean.
it is hard when you float and so it is good to know how to root.
know this soil. grab the fertility of its secrets.
make roots, the more roots the better life can be.
grow deeper, stab the silence of the earth.
grow more feet and arms and fingers.
hold tightly to what this earth can give you.

live.