The Beginning of Everything

Haley Smith
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

I am going to miss

The cicadas when they are gone.

Summertime sounds at their height

Morph into the lull of fall in her swell.

Hihats of the insect world

Play the beat I always find

When staring off into imagined distances

Or trying to gather pieces of my mind

Back from the scattered corners of my life.

The melody always leads peace back to me.

Though I'm almost certain

It's me that's doing the moving.

Instinct thrums a tune that echoes my soul

In the depths of its own private disquietude.

If I sit and listen long enough,

I disappear

And burst into a thousand rays of light.

I make my way across the cosmos

To the beginning of everything,

Where the whole of existence is cicadas humming at eventide.

Every now and again,

I hear a dry, fallen leaf scrape across the concrete,

And I am reminded

That our time is almost up.

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Haley Smith

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I’m not entirely sure about who I am just yet, or what I’m doing here. Also, I build websites and read tarot cards. I was probably a library in a former life.

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