FLIGHT

One thousand cranes take flight
and there is a sudden silence
as the cat stares up, bidding them farewell.
We barely stop to notice,
despite the rainbow of colors
replacing the clouds, even the sun
seeming to pause in wonder.
Two thousand hands made this
happen, one person, unrelenting,
knowing anything less
would be nothing at all.
Each crane dips its head
in appreciation for its freedom,
no longer trapped
in a two-dimensional prison.

WITHOUT BEES

In the photograph
the two great blue heron’s
stare at each other.
We are not certain if this
is love, or there is something
far more ominous impending.
Birds have a way of being
inscrutable, and herons
are often mistaken for cranes,
although I cannot imagine
a senbazuru of herons.
In the photo, their beaks are touching,
one slipped slightly into the other
and I have decided they
are lovers, and ask my grandchildren
to shield their eyes, when they stare
at the photo with a questioning look.