Tethered

Fall 2009 - Volume 13 Number 4

Kelly Sievers, CRNA

My brother, a boy running a kite on a white beach.

This can only be a dream.

His dragon kite falters and I am a girl stretching her arms skyward.

When he calls,

"Coming down, Mary, coming down," I catch the kite.

When his voice arches,

"Ready?" I spring to straighten the kite’s tail, "Ready!"

"Let’er rip!" My brother yells—

I am my arms, my laughter, my brother’s laughter,

ascending.

—for my brother, diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease