Kitetails – a poem by Casey Mills

Kitetails

strands of my soul are rising
to a place where they converge
now endless sky seems the only home
for my rising soul, my rising soul

called by the heavens as if by
notes plucked on a piano
eager to go as every earthly tie
becomes memory

and I want them back
chasing their colors like kitetails
grasping for garish ribbons
already riding the ever-rising breeze

Casey Mills writes poems early in the morning while his daughters are still sleeping. His poetry was recently published in Ekstasis.