Kites

Kites

How like kites we are;
always chasing
         the invisible,
                   our tail,
into pale blue.
We climb alone
         with eyes like hearts
                   soaring and falling,
as if seeking
some unknown summit.
                   With our tails out,

carefree,

         prone to shift our     position.
  We shove,  heave
                   in every new direction.
         We clear these
                   imaginary obstacles,
                             seek greater glory, until
                   too battered by a life
         of hapless navigating;
hopeful to not crash,
float back down
to magnetic ground.

Maybe, we never
set course again,
         safe in the boy's closet.

How like kites...