The Kite

Sheets of paper, bits of string,
Strategically secured,
A vision for the outcome,
Patience can be endured.

The balance—test and try it out,
Colors to catch the eye,
String adequate for lofty aims,
Watch for a windy sky.

If clouds just race a little,
The kite will quickly lift.

Hope to maintain elevation
If the wind should shift.

We run, kite held to catch the wind;
It’s caught, shifts up, goes high.

The string goes taut within my hand;
For a moment, I can fly.