cranes

my heart aches
when the giant cranes
follow the curves of the road
instead of the rivers
which once guided them home

I am afraid we are making an impact
that we will be unable to
change
reverse
erase

there is a strange creature in this forest
she climbs the dying pine tree's
she hides behind the mystery
or at least what is left of it
a phantom walking barefoot

I have seen her
dancing across the surface of the lake
as if her burden had no earthly weight