my kite’s been situated
I am at mercy of the sky
saturnine thing
ribbon-tailed, playing sting-ray
above, nearer to clouds,
but still paltry yet
you are amused
just because I am at such a height
that wind would argue your strength
if you tug on my anchor
does not mean I am that God
you seek, I am just
unfortunately bright
and regrettably aerial
so you see me first but do not pray
to me—
Impressive for a breezy day above saltwater
Impressive for any five year old
but I would be a meager God
if you pray to me with gales a’looming
I am not the symbol you seek,
you would notice anything
as tall and as misplaced as me.