I don’t normally post poetry here, but… hey why not? If you like this sort of thing, there’s more at my Tumblr page. This is a revision of something I posted there a while back.


An orchestra tunes outside my window
Then serenades unstopping,
Sundown to dawnrising,
But the crickets’ summer song
Is only heard in stillness.

One move, one breath
Is enough to drown it out
Though the air is thick
Heavy and humid
With it.

Oh, where do you go
Come the day?
What stills your hymn, and
What moonbright magic
Wakes you again?

Or are you always there,
But I am too in motion
To hear what sings all along?

(4.6.12 – 1:16am. Wondering why crickets only sing after dark.)