Crane Parting

Entanglement for life
is a curious fact of memory

when I see two cranes
separate at length
over a marsh that might be the bedroom

I see my life flash before their flight
running across the soaked grasses
visions of flights

carrying winds and sunrises
off to the end of a day
that I remain in the middle of

while the eggs sit in the nest
waiting to shatter 
and open new hearts.