From the Sky's Blue Papyrus
Maya Ellenson likes to improvise in zen poetry as she basks in Florida's parks and wildlife.
Out of the Blue
And Again These Sandhill Cranes
From the Sky's Blue Papyrus
This steamy afternoon
the air feels like a vellum
inscribed with clouds
strewn randomly across
the sky’s blue papyrus
perchance what I see
is the boundless palimpsest
with its symbols obscured
from beyond the frail leaf
of the moment
serendipity befalls
two sandhill cranes
with their rattling call
crop up in midair
pulsing
letting their presence be palpable
long before they land by the man-made lake
to sip water
perplexingly synced
they stride apart
and yet together