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
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-02-11 at 23:11
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