CRANE CALLS

To shamelessly entice you to visit my blog, Quid Nunc? and read my two-part post on our trip down the Rio Grande to visit the wintering Sandhill Cranes, I offer you this poem by Judith Roderick, from her book Poems From The Cranes Two.  

Crane Calls

Crane calls.

My heart

Answers.

My eyes

Scan

The skies,

Spotting short,

Undulating flight lines,

Long necks

Preceding long trailing legs.

They come

Again,

Gliding over me.

I am engaged,

Enthralled,

Transported.

What century is this?

What lifetime is this?

Timelessness.

I am so grateful

We are

Both

Still

Here.