Like a kite

attached by a string
that runs to earth
to the hand that binds
and heart that beats
caught by a strong breeze
i soar, i glide, i tumult
and when the wind breaks
i drop, lower and lower
unless the wind god desires
then i soar and beg to be free
to see the world, to be the sky
with no worries or cares
just to be
like the wind, like the sky
like all that is

yet, i am tied
to the earth, to the hand, to the heart
and though i flutter and strain
pull and tug
i cannot break the tie that binds
not yet, not now