The cry of
a cricket
pierces
the stillness
of the night,
symphonic,
acute,
the steady rhythm
of his music
washes over me.
I cough…
A quiet
darkness
arises.
I listen
for the cry of
the cricket.
Floating silence
dances on the
whispering wind.
I retreat
to my sanctuary
and praise
the muse.
August, 2020