"...In the woods
A north wind plays. Chaotic crickets
Call from an ancient moat. Lingering
Sunlight illuminates
A desolate terrance."
       – Huai Ku, "Living on the Plain in Early Autumn"








Don't have far to go.
The courtyard is aflame by noon sunlight.
The King Tut Grass arches
over the terra cotta art.

As I sit in silence at rectangle of sunlight
I want to hear only two things:
the cicadas chanting in the trees
that overlook the Yahara
and the crow call
that roves the streets like wind itself.

You said you wished the world
would be quiet.
I wonder if we stopped the spinning wheels
if the cicada song
would reign.