A Sonnet: The Passing Cranes

 

 

The California cranes approach the bridge

When crossing east from China to this state

To lift and carry tons of sea-tossed freight

But now, exhausted, seek a perching ledge,

So first they fly beneath the Golden Gate Bridge

Appearing ghostly white when the tides abate

Their necks bent low as though a thirst to slake

And slowly passing sparing but a midge,

Onto the wide expanse of steely Bay Bridge

Who promises a lower welcome gate

So cranes low bow their heads as to their mate

And cross, on-looking crowds applauding their passage.

So nature and a manufacturer combine

Creating wonders for your eye and mine.

 

March 5, 2005