2 July – Windswept kite

The wind is rough,
the thermals unsure,
and stretched upon the wing,
close to the house
Red Kite rises and turns,
is tossed, thrown and spun.
A bird so often high and mighty
is like its paper alias today,
as if at mercy of current and string,
as likely under as over – all spin.
Less flying than surfing,
more suspended than soaring,
a wild adventure ride,
Creature in its element,
or element in its element?
I’m left asking as both disappear.