“The grass is crying! ”
So Tilly sees it
& so...it is...so.
The dew glistens
(the grass listens)
both laughing at her
passing fancy.
Soon the sun
wipes away all its tears.
The grass chuckling
(being chased back & forth)
by a south westerly
breeze
that Spring has
sprung upon us.
Tilly crying
with delight
her kite
hungry for the open skies
headbutting the clouds
snapping at the wind
making her dig
her little feet in
fiercely
as if
(any moment now)
she could take off
(losing a sandal)
she clinging on
for dear life
like crazy
to her crazy
kite
mad now with height
I clinging on to
her fly-away ankles
the landscape
becoming a patchwork quilt
chatting to
a passing bird
heading for an horizon.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heading-for-an-horizon-for-lyn/
