The Kite Flyer Poem by Val Morehouse

_____'I would not see our candle blown out in the wind.
It is a small thing, this dear gift of life handed us mysteriously out of immensity.” Ray Bradbury, Mars & the Mind of Man,1971.


From here the view is backwards.
old Ben knew how it went.

Overflown on a night of vicarious lightning
he took one long peek through the sky’s keyhole.

Even on the high side of unexpected ecstasy there is
swift descent in knowing

Country once traveled cannot be surprised again.
Sometimes I wonder if I have come too far.

Below strange fields checkerboard.
Rooftops jump treed intersections and peter out.

There the horizon grows its unearthly plan where random
stars scrawl runes over this scroll of sky.

And caught between them, where am I?
One comma hanging on a single string of wind.