The Sandhills

By Linda Hogan
Read by CMarie Fuhrman

The language of cranes
we once were told
is the wind. The wind
is their method,
their current, the translated story
of life they write across the sky.
Millions of years
they have blown here
on ancestral longing,
their wings of wide arrival,
necks long, legs stretched out
above strands of earth
where they arrive
with the shine of water,
stories, interminable
language of exchanges
descended from the sky
and then they stand,
earth made only of crane
from bank to bank of the river
as far as you can see
the ancient story made new.


Directed by Matthew Thompson.

"The Sandhills" by Linda Hogan. Published in Sing: Poetry from the Indigenous Americas, ed. Allison Adelle Hedge Coke (The University of Arizona Press, 2011). Reproduced with kind permission of the poet.