Kite Flying 



Hold on to this and run my son
Uncertain footprints tread the field
Soft sneaker squeaks
Untied laces dance with momentum
His chalk-white head bobs understandingly
The Prophet child raises his hands and watches
His people’s hopes take flight.

This Icarus his dad calls "Isaac"
Dressed  by his mother just this morning
In blue dungarees his turtleneck turns
to catch a glimpse of his panting Father
The Danger Slayer fully decorated 
with wardrobe full of ties.

"Higher now than I ever went
higher yet he must"
"My diminutive executive 
to be my heir with a crew cut our 
son and rising’s reason 
Spring to my
February."

"Sip from my fabled cocktail?"
"He cannot hear me 
now I drop
the reel
what must
unravel 
will..."
"Let it"

A morning Magritte inspired
Our cloud questioner is on the brink now
"What if the world is flat?"
He holds the reigns to heaven’s chariot
His lifeline of anti-gravity 
Our fathers rest in the ground beaming
"Higher boy, higher"
 



(1994)