Watching Cranes by Jackie Fox (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series)

Yes, I’m posting on this long-dormant blog. What does this have to do with breast cancer? Absolutely nothing. I’m trying to decide whether to repost old stuff, change the nature of this blog while keeping the title, or create a different poetry-themed one. Any and all thoughts and suggestions are welcome!

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WATCHING CRANES
by Jackie Fox

Like heaven’s beating heart
they arrive by the thousands,
until the swirling sky glides
to a stop.

They leap for sheer joy,
curtsy on black twig legs,
heads touched by God’s
thumbprint.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wrote this poem after my husband and I spent the night in a private blind on the Platte River watching sandhill cranes a couple hours west of Omaha, Nebraska, where we live. (It’s a real bucket list experience!) Every spring about half a million sandhill cranes spend a few weeks where the Platte River runs through south central Nebraska to rest up before heading north. The cranes spend the days in nearby cornfields eating, and they roost in the shallow river sandbars at night. They talk all night; it’s like a noisy cocktail party. When they stop talking it’s because a predator is nearby. People come from all over the world to see them, and now…

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