Look at those cranes in their wide arc!were with them when first they flew
from one life to another.
At the same height and same speed
they seem entrained entirely side-by-side,
as so shared of gorgeous sky,
both crane and cloud through which so briefly fly.
That neither one of them be lagged behind,
but see wind as nothing but their swaying,
which in touching both, cradling the other,
each-to-each now feels as they lie in flight together.
May thus the wind abduct them to the void.
So long as they remain alive, together as themselves,
that long there’s nothing that can touch them,
that long they can be chased from any place
where rainfall threatens or where shots ring out.
Beneath the varied discs of sun and moon
they will fly on, fallen wholly in thrall to one another.
Where to, you two? “Nowhere.”
Away from whom? “From all.”
You ask, how long they’ve been together? Briefly.
And when is it that they’ll part? Soon.
Lovers thus suppose that love supports them.
