Family You’re Elated to See (Poem)
Look to the skies to find them.
In November the cranes descend, a swoop of jewels on their way to warmer lands.
Their brazen calls pull me from dreams, my quick walk becoming a pajama-clad hike.
How to describe it? Like nothing else of this world. A rattle of full-bodied sound.
A baby’s laugh, a burble.
A trumpet, a bugle.
They fly and I follow, drawn by a Pied piper with an irresistible flute.
I walk with them to the river, chasing a group of loose balloons, my eyes tied to the sky.
I make my way through the maze of cottonwood trees, grabbing hold of trunks to steady myself.
We both arrive; the woods break.
I watch their gray bodies, their delicate legs.
So tall, almost as tall as me.
We’re all who we are, unashamed — living, wandering, seeking beings.
The cranes laugh, and I laugh with them.
Briefly, truly happy.
