The Sculpture

The sculpture of two cranes,
capture my thought.

One carries the head stiff
could he be a male chauvinist?

The other one  bends her head down
a demure female, I presume.

Cannot it be otherwise?
I challenge myself.

Is pride masculine?
Cannot a female command esteem?

Are they to be forever
inferior to the male?

The statue stares at me, asks
“what is wrong with you?”

Unhappy with myself,
I regard them close.

Discover a romance.
It is a union.