an image from today.
waves crashing in aqua and blue and sand
dark mops and tan necks bob, float, disappear in the foam
sand sticks to my goosebumped flesh as I turn in response
to the snap of breaking string.
the sudden release and my gaze upwards
watches the kite catch in the wind and swim a new course.
I jump up, feet kicking sand, flesh a jiggling, the exhilaration of running in my lungs
eyes intently watching the sky.
The kite falls
I stop at the sea wall
I don't have the ... momentum, motivation to jump in
I want a new kite anyway.
I watch the black and fuchsia and gold and green kite sink in the channel.
Boats pass, fishermen fish.
My feet kick sand back to my towel.
Heather,
i am glad to read you like your job, hang in there, chainsaws & vibs, damn, the kite string is very good
Posted by: james | September 22, 2004 at 11:32 AM
Heather,
i am glad to read you like your job, hang in there, chainsaws & vibs, damn, the kite string is very good
Posted by: james | September 22, 2004 at 11:33 AM
Heather,
i am glad to read you like your job, hang in there, chainsaws & vibs, damn, the kite string is very good
Posted by: james | September 22, 2004 at 11:34 AM