Kite-surfer

Caroline Maldonado

(London)

 

Oh how you skim the water, lean on air

and twist into wind, how you lift over waves,

your kite above you like a segment of moon!

 

Watching from the sands, our hearts too are high,

willing you ever further.  But now do you fall?

Each of us thinks of what’s failing or failed,

 

dying or on the brink: we mourn our lost rapture.

A long while you lie prostrate on water until the moon

loops and climbs, lifts you in its shadow.

  

‘Kite-Surfer’ won first prize in the TRYangle Project Poetry Competition 2012.