Mark Leidner

Kite in the Sky of the Mind

      A single thought like a kite in the sky of the mind. 
      A single thought like a kite in the sky of the mind, bound to the ground of the mouth by the long string of language, stretched taut, and bound to the sound of the wind by the fabric of context.  
      If language is string, and fabric is context, and wind is sound, a single beautiful thought is like a kite in the sky of the mind. 
      A single truthful thought like a kite in the sky of the mind.  
      A single moral thought like a kite in the sky of the mind.  
      To have a single ethical thought is to plow a kite through the sky of the mind.  
      To have a completely poetic thought is to cut the taut, white string of a kite caught high in the sky of the mind. 
      A kite in the sky of the mind is like a tent of poetry.  
      To have a single lyrical thought is to watch a kite rise through the rain in the sky of the mind.  
      A brief, complicated thought is like a small, tight knot in the long, white string of a kite caught high in the sky of the mind. 
      A constellation of thought is like a starlit kite caught high in the star-knit dark night sky of the mind.  
      The other night a thought got caught like a kite of fire in the sky of this friend of mine’s mind. 
      An overwrought thought like a fiery kite on the ground. 
      A single thought like a kite in the sky of the mouth.  

Mark Leidner lives and tweets in Western Massachusetts.