Kite Surfer
He stood motionless
at water's edge.
As if in prayer.
Gazing upward
with hands clasped
tight, like a trapeze
artist, to what hung
from high in the air.
His kite swayed
gently on the breeze
that also blew over me
as I pondered what
was his delay.
Ages passed until
I finally asked.
"Wind not strong
enough today."
Perfect for me.
And the seagulls
who swooped low.
Masters of wind flow.
My only other companions
on this vast stretch of sand.
As I topped up my tan.
Not at all missing
My faraway homeland.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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