I finally accomplished my dream
of becoming an online mythical character
who flew her flags
among her kind of heroes and heroines,
the other ones who understood
the meaning of barking brain
and rambling fingers.
Who laughed and cried
and barked and stared
as the world turned on whatever axis
was left for that moment
and found a way to capture the moment,
as messy as that may sound.
Who reveled in the flourishing wilderness
often mistaken for isolation.
Ah, the best of kite-flying days,
the wind in all her sails.
Bravo.
I raise my cups of metaphors and similes
in honor of our brigade.
