Maneuvering a single-line paper kite

 

Maneuvering a single-line paper kite

A kite on a string, so light and free,

Dancing in air, for you and me.

The wind gives lift, a gentle hand,

The string our guide, across the land.

To make it climb, a quick, short pull,

Hand over hand, keep it wonderful.

Backwards we walk, the wind we chase,

Line in our hand, to a higher place.

A little nudge, a wrist so slight,

To turn it left, or turn it right.

Where the top points, the kite will go,

A gentle dance, the winds bestow.

A flick of the wrist, a sudden turn,

A loop it makes, lessons to learn.

To bring it down, let the string unwind,

Lower it gently, leave the wind behind.

Wind's too strong? We walk with grace,

Gathering the string, in this open space.

The kite is safe, the game complete,

A memory made, so bittersweet.