See, on this summer’s ripple of love
How the wind blows soft through your hair,
And the burnished sands are being kissed by the waves
As you run naked without any care.
See, here’s a kite, and it blows on the breeze,
And the string hangs so still in the air:
And the noise of the crowds is like a vast song
Floating up in the heat like a prayer.
And as you play out your life in its dreams
And the world is at peace all around ,
A whisper of joy controls your young limbs
As you scamper without any sound.
Here, in your hour, that kite’s blowing free
(Sometimes love is too strong to write down) -
Ephemeral childhood, lovely to be
The jewel in this perfect day’s crown.
14/5/00
I wrote this poem remembering hazy, lazy days on a beach, my children scampering in the distance so far away that I couldn’t hear them, and the beauty of a kite held by a string to this earth – just like a child in all its innocence is barely held to the earth.
Here’s a poem that I like: http://www.breakoutofthebox.com/kit.htm
