An Early Homesick

Oh, young, 

We went 

Among the 

Cranes, each voice different

When we stopped talking 

And listened, and idling,

We'd hear their voices.

And dark the daylight sky,

With them

Those birds, 

Returning, thickening prairie's 

Endless horizon, and

Stopping that sky

With bird song,

Bird talk, ancient.

Gather, they said,

We come home.