Out in the field,
wind blows and the sun is high.
Falter, fall, up again.
Running and laughing we try again.
Quick adjustments to be made
the kids go off to run a race.
The kites soar, higher into the sun..
The race is paused she is at my side now..
"Daddy can I fly it?".
Two hands on the handle.
one breaks free seeking..
I feel her hand find mine..
She laughs wholly..
I can feel her pulse race..
She holds my hand.
She's off running again..
I'm holding the kite,.
the kite pulls..
"Look at me! Can you see me!".
They are both running again..
He runs up, hugs my leg..
Laughs his belly laugh..
Off again running..
"Look over here! Can you see! Watch me!...".
Daddy