White Paper Cranes Cast Black Shadows
It is believed that upon folding
the thousandth paper crane,
the wish of their maker come true.
I began folding my first,
thinking that at this primary step,
all the ones that went will come back.
I creased the paper, enveloping
the might of my will. I have these
air hands. I will soon send
a thousand cranes into the sky
to visit the souls of those who had
gone to take them back upon paper wings.
I begin to think that ever time
I touch this paper, I want to write
on my white birds two words.
Come back. Or take me.
I will ask my cranes to tell
them that they left so soon.
(originally Untitled, Leano-Mortel-Olympia Poetry Session, Divine Grace Leano, 2007)