I unspool myself
Out of my cozy bed
My sleepy thread
Reluctant to leave.

Waywardly dancing
In the uncertain wind
I roll up and over
For the sky, my destiny.

Until I feel stable
In the middle of the clouds.
A fellow nears me
With an innocent smile.

Our threads criss-cross
Too sharp for his frailing
I cut him out
With a smug smile.

I look around and down
Circling and overtutning
I realise I’m in a free-fall
A kite in the middle of a hurricane!


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