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

Crane Synchrony

Solo For a Moment

Apart and Yet Together