Fly!

The wind will carry you liberated
up above the heat
and the stink of fetid water
to be lightly kissed by the morning sun
and dance in the azure sky

My heart rejoices as you rise up
higher, higher
Tethered to you by a fragile cord
I imagine that I am reaching for the clouds

My bare feet callous on the broken,
blazing asphalt
but you skip lightly from breeze to breeze

You are plastic, sticks and string
I know because I made you
But for today,
you are my soul
and in you
I can be free.

Port-au-Prince, Haiti ` April'99