by Kirby Congdon…….

Cricket

Carried in the spin
of earth’s dogged days,
allowed to see
the space of time
in an eon’s length,
I heard a cricket sing
to entice a mate.
That brave thread
like the spread
of a spider’s web,
made the starlight ring
as even silence sang
among neurons engaged
in errands quickly sent
to the inside depths
of my singing head.

Kirby Congdon