They stand arching their necks
Silent and motionless in the morning sun.
Elegant beings, white feathers
Statuesque in their simple forms.
Fold a thousand origami cranes
Japanese legend says
And your wish will be granted
acts will touch a soul.
In the days after our Hiroshima
A thousand cranes were folded for our dead.
From across the globe
Elegant objects to heal our souls.
The cranes stand as if poised for flight
A multitude ready to take action.
We have given them names:
Cruz, Bauer, Essex, Liebherr.
The wetlands they inhabit, a water soaked pit.
They hunt no fish or wildlife
Their existence uplifts
Only steel and cement boulders.
(c) 2007 Leona M Seufert