Poems from Ochre Tones





ORIGAMI

 

This word unfolds, gathers up wind

To speed the crane’s flight

North of my sun to you.

 

I am shaping this poem

Out of paper, folding

Distances between our seasons.

 

This poem is a crane.

When its wings unfold,

The paper will be pure and empty.




Tsuru Origami by May Tobias
Tsuru Origami by May Tobias