Origami

ORIGAMI

Marjorie M. Evasco

This word unfolds, gathers up wind
to speed the crane’s flight
north of my sun to you.

I am shaping this poem
out of paper, folding
distances between our seasons.

This paper is a crane.
When its wings unfold,
The paper will be pure and empty.

When I was a little girl, Mommy used to fold origami animals out of colorful paper for me. She found time to make these for me at the end of the day, after she had finished all her household chores, and we would sit indian-style on the bed in the master bedroom. She had a kit which included a booklet and several sheets of colored paper, and she would let me choose which animal I wanted her to make.

2 thoughts on “Origami”

  1. my father bought us origami books straight from japan when we were kids…we refolded them kasi we couldn’t understand how to do those exquisite things!

  2. Our origami booklet was Japanese, too, I think. My dad’s boss had intended the kit as gift for me, but I was too young for it.🙂

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