Blustery Day

by Sean Allen

I had hoped we'd be strung along,
as if life were a blustery day
and every breeze brought us
to even greater heights
and that we'd always fly together
like a kite, like a kite-

that the ground would tug at us
with all of its might,
but with every pull we'd continue to soar;
every last struggle leaving us
wanting for more; more
time to be free and fly on that day
where the turbulence in the world
will let us climb away...

And though with nightfall
reality will bring us down,
another day will come;
the kite will again fly around.