Friday, September 21, 2012

Cranes

a clarion revelation
and cranes arrive stitched
to the dome of the world,
soaring over our urgency,
our condemnation, our waste

what are they thinking
when the thermals choke them
with indifference?

there is no greater loneliness
that I can think of - not to have them,
spring and fall,
not to see them as etchings
of millenia passing by