A day like so many.
But so unlikely.
So far, so distant.
So... intriguing.
But so is waiting.
Waiting for the still unknown.
For what could be.
Could be... Hmm!
Could be! ...Maybe!
Don't hope for fear;
Don't be afraid to hope.
...But, will this kite now fly?
Grip firmly, now.
Don't let it slip.
Hold it tightly,
That string you've got.
Carefully, now.
Run with it.
Let it soar,
Brush the skies!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
The turbulence!
Keeps me ever holding ground.
Stay up, stay level! ...Stay grounded.
It's too tricky.
The currents unpredictable.
High winds!
No control.
Dad, give me help.
Put your hand on mine.
Help me hold the string.
Teach me to fly high.
So I'm learning to trust-
"Sit there, in the passenger's seat.
Ride with me, I'm in control.
I've got this; I'm the driver."
Throw my coins to the wind.
Let them fall heads or tails.
You tell me what happens.
Here, I give you my 'yes'.
Fingers folded inward, closed.
Clenched palm turns upward.
Opening before you, just for you...
The string, the keys, the coins.
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Written by Stephanie Wright
January 29, 2014
