A PARTING GIFT
I believe origami arrives/when we need it most.
As if the rest were not enough,
a bronze statue of a woman
on tiptoe, offering up
a flock of delicate paper cranes.
They say this reminds them of me.
I think of the girl in Hiroshima –
her body bomb-burned,
dying before she could fold
a thousand of these wide-winged creatures.
for the sake of peace in all the world.
They say they do not know
the crane’s symbolism –
but at some level
they surely sense
the crane means faithful
even in farewell,
and I begin to hope
that nothing that really matters
is ever really lost.