2.7.12

flying kites ...





Today the brown kites are flying high in the clear skies
In their dozens they circle, perfectly composed
rising to great heights with such grace and perspective
these massive brown birds that spin slowly around
then land firm on the ground,
confident of their magnificent potential

Days earlier; our rainbow kite danced on a string
to the sound of children, laughing with delight
the kite flying higher – and I - running in circles to keep it aloft ...

Sometimes life’s winds lifts us effortlessly; sometimes we have to work hard 
to rise above the world
Sometimes life’s winds beat down upon us, and we search to find shelter
Sometimes the winds are too strong to bear;
But there - flying high above - are the memories of kites,
of circling rainbows; and large brown wings - perfectly engineered for the kill -
and the insects they prey upon; flying through the air on their own life’s journey

delighted and impervious, as they fulfill their destiny -
to be consumed …






[text & photography by bek misic - copyright - 2.7.12]