Not one but two cranes
Resting at night time
Alone, dark, silent, still
Scarcely swaying, towering
By dawn a single small figure appears
The early bird in orange finery,
Then another, then another:
Men in hard hats.
Then up go the crane drivers
To their lonely eagles’ nests
One, then the other, checking, viewing
The world from above: a unique insight-
For what is it they see?
The paper plan in Lego 3-D?
The progress is astonishing
The planning meticulous and brave.
Then a sense of movement riffles the clouds
And at last the dance begins
One crane crosses the other
A sailors’ Hornpipe dance in the sky.
By Hava Fleming
