sandhill crane on green grass field
A thousand feet of lift:
Dirt scree, juniper, steep rock face;
Peril of the moon, heat, blazing light:
The mesa top shimmers
From red dust,
But even this height
Is too low 
for the sand hill cranes.

During the night two feathers
Dropped onto a stone; 
When he found them he thought
I, too, could leave my body--
But it is too early to turn
Away from the sun.

Benjamin Green

Benjamin Green is the author of eleven books including The Sound of Fish Dreaming (Bellowing Ark Press, 1996). At the age of sixty-six, he hopes his new work articulates a mature vision of the world and does so with some integrity. He resides in Jemez Springs, New Mexico.