I
umbilical cocked tight
against the wind
my son earnest
with concentration
on Bluey’s Beach
fishing the sky
II
the wind shows promise
I take my youngest daughter
to the park
launched into the air
its tail streams
grabs her attention
the string slackens
as she marvels
and it falls reluctantly
I’m not much of a kite flyer
said with as much wisdom as she possesses
days later I catch her
proudly telling
I went kite flying with my dad
sometimes flying a kite
is as simple as that