....Not Hello.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

that early morning
the wind was strong
and i flew a kite
in the sky against
the sun, ...it comes
to mind, reflecting
upon our lives, that
i have to cut the cord,
and let my hand free
from any hold....and
the kite flies by
itself against the
blue sky, falling
somewhere, and i
tell myself i am
not anymore
responsible for
what it is....i left
the cord on the grass
and went home alone
feeling what freedom
is.....it is the
separation that makes
us free...it is mostly
departure, and not
hello.