He dropped to where
there’s no dropping lower.
He dropped to where
there’s no dropping lower.
She lays her eggs
in a gravel nest,
crowns them with rock
and flees.
What an attitude!
Another lost single.
Sometimes
someone
will pick one up
and stick it on a branch.
And then it waves
wanly.
It’s all in the folding.
That’s the secret
to becoming a crane.
Can you believe it –
pulling the rabbit
out of the hat
at this late date?
It’s like he’s in a cave.
He can’t leave the cave.
But sometimes he can
come up far enough
to see the light.
And sometimes I can
go down to where
I’m still not afraid.
And we meet for a time.