Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Crane


Crane

I am a crane
poised on one leg,
waiting for the auspicious moment
when the stream of life brings to me
the fulfillment of my dreams.
To be impatient would be useless striving.
To be patient is infinite wisdom.
When the right moment comes,
the crane moves swiftly
grasping the silver fish
firmly in its bill before it slips away
back into the stream of life.
If the crane does not
succeed the first time,
it returns to the one-legged stance
and begins again, waiting, watching,
graceful in its pose, defying gravity,

following the path of effortless action.

© 2008 Beth Mitchum
From bethwor(l)ds:20 years of poetry