EMERGENCE OF THE CRANE

arriving back at the destination of myself

time folded back upon its skeleton

a japanese oragami crane of light

softly pregnant with promise

peeks outside the perimeter of my nonlinear body

the crane observes a silent field of rusted corn

pungent with the scent of transition

watches how the crackling stalks of golden promise

busy leaves waving back and forth in the wind

carefully erase the blackboard of my memory

on which my slow deliberate frozen steel fingers

traced too many illusions

heated by your millisecond glance

tiptoeing above the rim of a glass of wine that lost its way

in a Thai restaurant

the crane unfolds itself

spreading into the wings of an angel’s desire

filling the mold of my translucent skin

with a million possible roads to

conquering the Wizard of Oz

again