Memory of an origami…
A rice paper; square
Folded.
To,
The equal parts.
There, here…
Hands reach
To fold one into another
Creases...
Neither fast, Nor slow
Rhythm sets…
With practiced ease…
Steady.
(...Time stops
In curiosity
…)
Finally…
there it stands tall!
The proud paper crane
Leaping high
held...gently.
On proud wrinkled hands
Soaring with grace…
Up
Down,
Up..then
Down to tiny ones
Expectant..
As .. Faces similar
Break like ice
Into flowing water
There,
Those warm smiles
Reach the eyes
Together...
One; laughing dimples
With eyes of innocence bright
Another: lines of time sculptured in flesh
Curved with satisfaction wide...
As the sun rests…
With a sigh.
Final.
Their shrinking shadows,
Walk.
hand-in hand...
One, with a walking stick
Another, with that proud crane
That...origami...
A rice paper; square
Folded.
To,
The equal parts.
There, here…
Hands reach
To fold one into another
Creases...
Neither fast, Nor slow
Rhythm sets…
With practiced ease…
Steady.
(...Time stops
In curiosity
…)
Finally…
there it stands tall!
The proud paper crane
Leaping high
held...gently.
On proud wrinkled hands
Soaring with grace…
Up
Down,
Up..then
Down to tiny ones
Expectant..
As .. Faces similar
Break like ice
Into flowing water
There,
Those warm smiles
Reach the eyes
Together...
One; laughing dimples
With eyes of innocence bright
Another: lines of time sculptured in flesh
Curved with satisfaction wide...
As the sun rests…
With a sigh.
Final.
Their shrinking shadows,
Walk.
hand-in hand...
One, with a walking stick
Another, with that proud crane
That...origami...