Postcard 5

No one asked the paper
If it wanted to be a crane
Every bend and fold
Done without its permission
It's relationship with the space
Changed without its consent
But then
The tree was never consulted
When it was changed into
Wood chips then pulp then
A dried layer of colored tissue
Nor was carbon when
Sunlight and chloropyll
Robbed it of its freedom and
Forced out of the air and into a cell
Hydrogen never chose to fuse
In the heart of a star, to be
Transformed then exiled by supernova.
The origami bird has flown far
To get to this place on the table