origami
thousands
crane cycles
figured
through
fingers
such a lot
we
forgot
oral history
folded
up
smoke
curls
winter's memory
This poem grew out of a chance meeting in 2016 at "Art in the Park" craft fair at Quiet Waters park in Annapolis.
My wife and I stopped to talk to a vendor who was making origami jewelry.
She was interesting and we chatted for a while about her craft and her experiences, learning and doing. She estimated that she had probably made 'thousands of cranes' in her lifetime.
This poem hasn't gone through quite that many revisions to get to its current state...but it is a work in progress.
For the intrepid explorer, more poems are available to read and hopefully savor. The 3 books span from early writing (mostly high school), to the present day. Enjoy...
