A Season of Migration

Walking in aimless circles

With half of the yellow sun

A season of migration

Destination anywhere

Journey to the edge of the night

 

Fractured karma

Stolen prayers

Paper moons avoid burning candles

A reunion of familiar ghosts follow me

Sharing stories that can’t be untold

 

Bright lights

An alarm clock sings

A jolt opens my eyes

Looking far into the distance

The road ahead shorter than behind

 

White pigeons

Crimson wings

Muted sirens in the sky

A new companion for the journey

Each day is now alive

 

Originally posted July 31, 2015

 

Forty-Seven Cranes

Forty-seven cranes

Standing, staring

Red crowns, long legs

Necks outstretched

Wings spread

As a pebble skips through the water

Forty-seven take flight

All that’s left

Are whisps of air

From their departing wings

 

Originally posted August 3, 2016