Kite flying release

The day is arrived with a gust A flurry A Zephyr Wind bent to the whimsy of the sun Carrying upon itself the fancy of my heart I unreel the strings that play on the wind Evermore outstretched Higher, higher, aloft into the sky The stream of tail fabric colorful, brilliant, and of its own mind Standing where I am and looking into the azure of everything above The shape of it glinting into the smallest mote Nearly lost in the vastness of it all The wilderness of the sky Cast up into the currents of the air Being drawn into the eternity of flow The gentle tug of the line in my hand Cutting into my fingers if I hold too tight The slack in the line if I let go too willingly Finding the right amount of… presence Not for control Not for dominion For connectivity alone My pulse quickens at the idea of loss Steady my hands, finding the line still connected to me The circular motions it makes Dancing in front of me Saying to me that it is not bound to my influence alone That it finds its own way Like a sprite in the wind Always and forever free To roam To explore To fascinate about it all I watch as it rises and goes beyond the horizon Over the mountains The oceans The plains My finger feeling the tension of the journey Drawing me in at one moment Anticipating the slack in the line Slack… A tailwind pushing it back to me My apprehension about early, unfulfilled returns I watch the line run Through my fingers Into the sky Far above and beyond my sight I feel it still Moving, here to there As freely as the Fall leaves tumbling to earth After a strong cold wind blows them free of their branches Their roots Their places among the trees I know the kite will not stay up forever I know with proper awareness all things are possible I know a tree is dangerous I stand clear of trees Watching the horizon for the inevitable return of my kite No strings attached, save one