Free

That colourful square sheet
Lying on the table
Waiting, Waiting as it comes.
Hands pinch and squeeze it

The square turns to a triangle,
Then unfolds, and again.
A square sheet
With a crease down it's chest

Folding, folding
The square turns to a rhombus.
Hands touch it
Like a sonata on piano

The fingers press down
And slide across the fold

Then lift the head, lift the tail
Press down the beak
The free with wings to fly away.
The crane.