Setting Up The Umbrella

Holding one end of the straps
on an umbrella bag so the line
goes taut, the wind today flaps
the twine the way a violinist

strikes a janissary, creating from its
triangle of handle, hand,
and wind a kyrie
from a distant summer land,

where life is free and time
stands still, where children
play and poets rhyme
a wobble on a violin

with celestial mimes,
a message on a wire,
accidental chimes
between the heavens and a lyre.

Kailua
September 20th, 2015