This morning a lone Whooping Crane
entered my mind. It might have been
the very one I once saw standing knee-deep
at the edge of a pond at the Bosque
bird sanctuary. It came with first light
that washed over potted flowers,
wicker rocker on the porch
and spot-lighted him in his glory.
I felt that bird was coaxing me
to put its elegant white body
here to be remembered
as one who flew far—
long wings, long neck
haunting call, one who,
like the one who used to rock
in that wicker chair,
except in this poem.
Linda Whittenberg‘s collection Somewhere in Ireland was launched at Listowel Writers’ Week in 2014. In 2021 she was featured in Trasna. Many trips to Ireland, home of her ancestors, have inspired her poems. Currently she makes her home in the Colorado Rockies.