From Time to Time

From time to time
I come and go
Along a bow
And swing softly
To a stringed adagio

To slide across a sea
With Rachmaninov in D
There above the grasses
Of the Russian plains
See the flight 
Of migrating cranes.

With each wing beat
They repeat 
The rhythm
Of the softest spring adagio.
While we are pinioned
Discordant
On the  Earth below.

JL Sept 19. 11:38