My Rare Bird
Nicolette Reim
You jump out of bed
hop on the floor, a whooping crane
tall, swooping, beautiful
though I know it is a leg cramp that touches you so
I am entranced—even if you don’t have the bugling call
and leaping around is not exactly the bird’s graceful, courting dance
all this activity is not in vain—
love, a bit of captivity
caused the number of birds to rise
we are a flock of two, flying as a group
I have never seen a whooping crane
I have seen a whooping crane.
Nicolette Reim is a poet and translator published in Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Glint Literary Review, Mojave River Review, Rue Scribe and others, and in recent anthologies Border Lines, Poems of Migration and Rumors Secrets & Lies, Poems About Pregnancy Abortion & Choice. She holds a Master Degree of Fine Arts in Poetry with a concentration in translation from Drew University. She studied art at the New York Studio School and is a member of NohoM55 Gallery, NYC, exhibiting abstractions from writing and topography. She lives and works in NYC and Atlanta, GA.