My Kite

Last night, I went to sleep

I was 60 years old

This morning, I awoke

I was 10

Into the garage I ran

No school for this college degreed cherub

I located balsa wood and newsprint

Today, I had my kite

My Kitty Hawk is my backyard

My limits are silent against my resolve

My string is silken thread

My ambition is infinite

Two tries and she’s airborne

Drifting aimlessly among the dreams

Of those who never landed

But patiently wait for clearance to do so

My Kite soars in the rarefied air

Tethered only by the tradition

A young boy was so instructed

That this young boy will soon disregard

Nothing sets a mind to freedom and liberty

As a mind offering freedom and liberty

With a cut string, my kite sailed away unbounded

And we were both all the better for doing so.

But fear not, gentle readers

I will fall asleep again

For tomorrow, I will awaken at age eleven

The age I owned my first BB gun.