Two poems

The Kite's View

As hands bind me down to earth,
I can climb the heavenly steps.

Each time I shake my shoulders
against the wind,
I an drawn deeper and deeper
into heaven‘s womb.

As hands bind me down to the earth,
the earth clings to my cord.

 

 

The Song of the Kite

Climbing high
to caress the blue sky
“Oh, how pleasant”.
Raising my voice to resound in all four corners of my body.

On my face and over the skin and ribs
of my taut body
glides sunlight, enchanted,
over and over again, lost in play,
almost too harsh.