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]
