First and Fourth

Pins of light

Through overcast and perforated view

I keep my thoughts

In envelopes

Scattered and misconstrued

I watch as kites

Collapse and glide

The wind holding the sky

Estimate the intervals

A window of resolve

Poised to begin

But still waiting to see

The starting line

I watch as kites

Ascend and dive

The wind holding the sky

First and fourth from one

Gather until they're found