A Corner of Sky

 
a light blue cloud    
singing in your hand      
folded once      
then once more; the wings      
of your origami crane      
   
I breathe in deep      
the flesh-like tissue    
uplifting me      
through fluttering lids      
to a corner of sky    
   
all to myself,      
lighter than birds      
kiting      
through the draft and rush,      
reaching for the sun      
   
I have no voice      
with which to sing      
no feathers I,   
still I bank and soar   
trying to remember you