Chasing Kites

My heart in hiding/ Stirred for a bird, — the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!” — from The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins

We have a pair of kites in our neighborhood,

but you must have a sharp eye to find them.

I am constantly looking to the sky

and in the limbs of leafless trees

as they seem to prefer to alight in starkness,

on the tips above the lesser branches

reserved for the smaller pigeon or robin.

I am quite obsessed with photographing

these elusive fliers; I find them regal, 

reminiscent of eagles in their lift of wing

and heft when taking off from branch to fly,

almost as if they are diving from a high 

cliffside.  They are remarkably fluid

in flight, and they spiral as they wind-lift

higher, wider and wider out until I lose

sight and release a heavy sigh of sadness,

aching for another time when the thrilling 

view will last just a few seconds longer, 

but I understand — I would follow up 

that winding path mounting the heights 

of heaven too, if I had such wings to fly.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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