The Beginning of Everything

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.
HNS18