searching for you in the mist drifting through grass fields in my memory unwinding a long kite string to look for you from above to find you, who once flew through brittle grass fields crushing stalks and faint little breaths mom’s laughter at your untethered joy remarking at how high you flew i can barely remember yet here you are the kite flier, the kite bring me back down, let me descend i’m taking my first steps again