Kite

My son sheltered
in the ark
of my arms
holding my hands
to get a feel
for the kite
that fights
like a fish
flying

He is frightened
the kite will drag him away
from me
high into the air

I am frightened
the kite will drag him away
from me
high into the air

we hold hands
for security
our hands holding
the handles
harnessing
our feelings
tieing us together

as the kite fights
for the freedom
of the skies
it does not want.