I fly away listening to the sound
of sun warming the air.
I fly to the top of Castillo San Felipe del Morrow
and turn, turn again, spiraling up,
Twisting on heaven’s winds.
Are you urging me to fly?
Higher and higher? Into fluffy ice cream clouds?
Staccato pearls of laughter from a child.
Could it be me, young again?
As if I could reach up and snip my kite string!!
Traveling trails of dragon’s breath, spun
Of bright reds, greens, and yellows,
While Higher and higher, blues compete with clouds.
Children, made of flying happiness,
Shriek with delight. Just catch the strings
and follow the wind to rainbows and free.
Sunday passes families stretching their hearts to the sky,
Racing each other to the top of the hill.
Kites fly across borders, over the old fort and cemetery.
Mama sits on her blanket and reads.
While she sits, I fly to the top of the world.