A Kite Is a Victim

A kite is a victim you are sure of
You love it because it pulls
Gentle enough to call you master
Strong enough to call you fool
Because it lives
Like a desperate trained falcon
In the high sweet air
And you can always haul it down
To tame it in your drawer

A kite is a fish you have already caught
In a pool where no fish come
So you play him carefully and long
And hope he won't give up
Or the wind die down

A kite is the last poem you've written
So you give it to the wind
But you don't let it go
Until someone finds you something else to do

A kite is a contract of glory
That must be made with the sun
So you make friends with the field
The river and the wind
Then you pray the whole cold night before
Under the travelling cordless moon
So make you worthy and lyric and pure