Kite

If you are to be my tether

Then I am a kite

Already taken flight

In moonless night

Threatening to ground myself

On trees, or seas, or power lines

Not to be

Retrieved

In safety

Floating, flailing

Erratic, ecstatic journey

Never flinching at catastrophe

Holding me to truth

Telegraphing lines

I’ve longed to learn

Your insight

Bending flight

To some things right

And unexpected