Keeper of Kites

He told me I was the keeper of Kites.
I looked down at the tangled swamp
of strings that hung from my fist.
There weren't colors at the ends of those knots.
There weren't sails to set to the wind.
I ran all of what I held to shreds.
Today I saw a gull fly
between the buildings above.
I cast my heart up and it sailed me home.