About crickets

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.

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