Maya's string

[Guest guest]

We're all kites at Maya's picnic.

 

Each soars in the clouds, seemingly the

"master" of its own airspace.

 

But the kites are connected from their hearts

to Her hands, and She directs them deftly

to wherever She will have them.

 

The play of the air around these kites

makes it interesting, but even this

has succumbed to Her allure.