Cranes in Winter

A Love Song to My Tribe

“I allow my heart to be light”

I said in the darkest night

Woke to the gray

Embalmed in cold

Nearly dead

Half blind

Half deaf

Don’t look it but feel so old

Crane to hear what some folks say

Maybe I’ve seen/heard too many things

That have crushed me on more than one day

Hear the call

Yes their tone is in my range

Here the call

So like Home

Aint it strange

Look out the window

Looking for cranes

And I see a flock

A vortex of winged delight

Long beaks

Breaking the bleak

Spread out

Gathering as they move

Swirling mass of feathered cohort

Moving in opposite directions

Then converge in flight

Duality’s dance

Fancy’s temporal delight

Head toward warmer waters

Trinitized

Unity

A flock

Craning

Flew as One community

Communion of opposites

Kin

Flying

As One

Doesn’t matter the greys

Or the darkest night

I’ve got whatever’s left of this life

Gonna shine my brightest

Take in the light

Spread it on feathered singing

Winged song of delight

Helps unheft

This heaviness

Let my heart arise

Singing away that darkest night

I’ll find my communion

And we’ll pull opposites together

As One

Soaring

Freely

Dancing in the open air

Til clouds give way

To endless sun

And all are one

Sovereign too

Even all those painful choices

I’ve watched everyone I love make

Can’t unmake

The perfection I’ll find in each one

Some day

Some day

Some way

Until that day

I’ll crane toward the light

And lift with those who are ready

I’ll find my tribe

I’ll stay true

To my angelic vibe

Spread my wings

And fly

Where I’ll land

Who knows

But one day at a time

I’ll preen my feathers

In all kinds of weathers

Until I’m flying

With my kind

In a sphere where all is pure

And all is kind