A crane for every
day of
lock down.
A folding,
shaping, creasing,
of paper
and
fear.
One for each day
trapped in our
cozy hideaways.
A teal crane
for day one,
hearing the order
on the radio,
the endless rabble of words
when only a few
would do.
An ombre crane
instead of
getting lost in my thoughts
as I try to write.
Three cranes in one day
after a
triumphant
assignment sent.
A coral crane
with words written
on her wings as
a prayer to God
of surrender.
A blue crane
to put
in a letter.
And at the end
I'll have a chain-
a chain of cranes
to hang
in my room
and remember
beautiful things
will come
of
this.
