A piece of colorful string


Longest yarn

Between distances

Of my house

To a farthest full moon

Miles away

I wrapped the string

Around the full moon

And pull, and swiftly pull

But it was heavy

So I had a thought

Maybe I could climb up

And then I did

I climb and forever climb

Didn't look down

Finally I reached the farthest full moon

And I sat on it

Letting the colorful string fall

And lightly fall

As its waves in the night cool breeze


floots said...

this is a delightful "yarn" kai :)
thank you

Don Iannone said...

Nice poem, Kai.

Noted you are cheering for the NY Giants...

Anonymous said...

lovely soft words...beautiful!

polona said...

very interesting!