Fifteen cranes walked by my window.
Maybe they strutted by —
or meandered by —
their ambulating motions
so different from the ones I make.
I’m uncertain what to call them.
The cranes were traveling north
in an orderly fashion
and then they disappeared.
Soon thereafter, they reappeared
and moved beyond my sight again.
I wondered where they were
before they came within my sight
and where they went, as well.
I’ve done some people wondering, too
with lots more information.
But I find that they, too,
and are no longer near me.