You know what?
I like kites.
I like the idea of being able to fly,
To be amongst clouds,
To be a part of something
Bigger than myself.
I like looking down on the world
And everyone staring up at me,
Them looking so small
Because I'm so tall.
I would like billowing in the wind,
My ribbon tail
Trailing along behind me
As I lead the way.
I would like watching birds
Fly past me,
Not having enough time to
Notice
The earth turn
The grass grow
The sun rise.
I would like that very much.
I watched "The Kite Runner"
The movie,
Not the book.
The movie was amazing,
But
It made me wish I had
Read the book instead,
Because books are always better than
Movies.
But its hard to put into words
The feeling of flying a kite.
Even when your kite's small,
And the stupid sea wind is
Too strong for it's
Toothpick-and-tissue-paper frame
And all your kite does
Is corkscrew
Two feet off the ground,
It's still pretty superb.
It can't beat a good kite, though,
Like the Curious George one
I brought to the beach once when
I was little.
It was plastic and felt like
A grocery bag
And was held together
By what seemed like
Sturdy drinking straws.
But it soared.
So high.
It touched the sun.
It touched the blue.
It touched the clouds.
It touched the air.
We tied it to the back of a
Beach chair
And it stayed in the sky
For the rest of the day.
I've never flown in an airplane.
I've never felt the feeling of
Being off the ground
So very high up.
I've never recieved any airplane peanuts
From friendly stewardesses
Or thought I was going to crash.
I've never been on an airplane,
I've never been in the sky.
Flying a kite is as close as I've ever gotten.
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