He wonders as to the nature of the wind: 'Are you a beast of field and tree,/or just a stronger child than me?'
The poem has a way of pulling you back to childhood when you had time to sit and wonder.
The poem draws upon all your senses. You feel the wind push at your face. You hear it's windy song. You see it merrily dance with the kites, birds, and grass.
The poem too talks about the sadness of not being able to find the unapproachable. The mystery always seems to be around the next corner: 'I saw the different things you did,/ But always you yourself you hid./ I felt you push, I heard you call,/I could not see yourself at all-'
I wrote this review on September 15, 1987, for a children's literature class I took at the University of Winnipeg.
I saw you toss the kites on high