the kite.

at the risk of another snide 'hand in hand' remark. (well, greatness has its off-days too)

no catches,
only one string attached.
tension evoking a series of false starts,
push-pull, push-pull.

when he catches the updraft,
she reels him in.
caught in the wind's embrace.

liberated,
the kite soars high
remaining tethered still,
to the heavens and the commons.

to cast a faint shadow,
against the bright glare of the sun,
he is content,
charting his course.