I ask the crickets for their song;
graze my palms across static wheat;
invite the breeze to kiss my cheeks.
I am adorned in the hum of life;
a melody of perseverance, the thrum
of legs raising an unending chorus.
I eagle my arms left to right and fall
into the long grass; a sea of whispers,
of crickets keeping and losing secrets.
I ask them to fill my mouth with music;
to speak to the earth and skies
with a pleading desire to live, to hold
my body between the notes of breath:
I ask the crickets to hold me
in their song, so I might know tomorrow
as well as yesterday.