I may have found the answer

I'm walking in the park leisurely

to look around calmly to see the birds clearly

to hear the kids at play to stay in touch

to sit on a bench thinking about lunch.

maybe I remember something while

piecing together the fragments of a dream

seemed broken and senseless the long night before.

now there are kites flying nearby colorfully zig-zagging

on currents of air conned by the grace and guidance of man.

they soar and dive as if possessing an awareness of self––

make tactile sounds of their papers

stressed and strung to the armatures.. call them ribs

call them lungs–– they have tails.

the birds seem content to have their company.

interlude:

the birds climbing for altitude often fly too close

and into the suck of the intake engines of jetliners

causing unimaginable grief among the families.

end the interlude.

it’s a pleasant morning with layers of light and natural calmness

amid structures built with bridge and river views at the northern face,

the cool-blue womb of home which within the hour could hold the answer.