Chasing Kites

A Poem by West

Youth and love in the face of growing up

We were like children,
she and I,
chasing kites on a summer day.
Aimless,

we ran over hills,

through valleys
and thickets of tall grass.
We kept our eyes skyward;
squinting,

we stared at the sun.
We chased and pushed
and played,
until we knew not
from whence we came;
but the weather was warm,
so we laid down
and told secrets for a while.
As the day waned
and the sky darkened,
we heard the rumblings of our youth
fade to whispers of our demise.
Frightened,
we wanted to return home
but had no idea which way to go.
So we ran all over,
faster and farther than before...
over hills
through valleys,
and thickets of tall grass,
until we ran headlong
off the peak
overlooking our childhood homes.
On the way down
I tried to think of something to say,
but found nothing