Tsuru

a robe of cranes wraps around my    
willow's body following my every move    
   
I gaze through my fingers as they    
weave, separating the rain turned to    
   
crystals with hands that flit and    
beat silently on a petrified drum    
   
through the constantly shifting air    
from which snow will soon drift    
   
and from this heart the meaning of    
hieroglyphs hang like wind chimes    
   
pairs of sandals from many souls    
line the steps to the entrance of a    
   
monk's hut through which I've passed    
uncharted many times treading my feet    
   
upon the earth's curve till I start to    
miss oranges again, and a flight of    
   
cranes sails through narrow cloud breaks    
as their graceful wings sign in Korean      
     
     
©2015 Jade Pandora      
     
Preview piece: photo of leather mask made by Andrea Masse-Tognetti