KITE WITHOUT STRING

I took a journey the other night 

and found myself 

flying miles above a terrain 

I recognized as my life.

I saw the longing, 

the grief, 

the anger, 

and the pain

so clearly.

They looked like chips 

in a motherboard

from that distance.

I thought to myself, yes, 

that’s what humans do.

That’s what I do. We feel.

I accepted this. I allowed it.

And then, without dawdling

or delay, I flew right on by.

I could do this because

I was higher than a kite

without its string.