by Pavel Chichikov
The crane dancing! The crane dancing!
Loudly he cried! Loudly he cried!
Coiled his neck on his grey back
Thrust his voice to the clouds
Leapt and called like a child's trumpet
Stretched his wings, floated down
Just this moment I remembered –
(The sky of summer darkens now
With heavy frowning) –
Either it lives forever or never
The stones and clouds immortal
Every shifting shape immortal
Nothing lost – but how?
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)