kites

 

my mother died when i was twenty-two

after her passing

i felt her presence keenly 

 

it was as if she were attached to me

a kite on a short string 

always a little above and behind   ever watchful

 

after two years a wind began to tug at the kite

by the third year it was gone

she was comfortable leaving   she had places to go   things to do   

 

and i was okay   i don't imagine

such feelings

are out of the ordinary   i was close to my mother

 

the connection was strong   that it lingered a while

seems psychically reasonable

 

~

 

what is less reasonable   psychically or otherwise

is this   when i was young   

six or seven   

 

walking home from the park   alone

it was safe and allowed

crossing a little bridge   a presence appeared 

 

very much like the kite i described   above and behind 

in the shape of a diamond 

golden   shimmering   luminescent   

 

soft-edged   not large   not small   with dimension   

it was very real   

i thought it was god 

 

i wonder about my kites   the first i can explain   

the second i cannot

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-02-11 at 23:11

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Yayāti
I like the way the poem progresses from the tangible to the intangible. The progression is steady and revealing.
2020-02-13


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful poem. To me it speaks of faith, believing what we cannot prove.
2020-02-13