One day we went out to
Just outside the village
To the cliff that overlooked the river
Sheltered by the infinite blue
And the lazy, late-afternoon sun
It was, after all, time to go play
Once on the cliff, we met the winds
Blowing away to the east
We wasted not a moment, my friends and I
As we raised our kites to the heavens,
Letting go of the glass-lined string
Little by little.
And we flew.
Little coloured paper birds,
Specks against the sky
Stirring ripples into the sky
With our dreams;
Tethered to the earth by a thread
Steered by our hands.
In all senses we flew.
For an hour, maybe two.
And then, of a sudden
The winds were not alone, for
Now, with them came,
The sonorous call of the muezzin
Calling for prayers…
Slowly the kites were reeled in,
All but one – mine.
My friends left me for a while,
On the cliff overlooking the river
With my lonely kite in the sky…
But I wasn’t scared;
They would be back soon…