Note from the poet:
This poem was written in honor of my beloved husband, Stephen, on his 87th birthday. Stephen knows how much I love hearing the crickets, and so calls me to an open window to hear what I call Cricket Music, as the sky darkens and night is falling.
And the sound of its
Beautiful rhythm
Repeats repeats repeats
The same sound
I heard when I was a child
At Grandmother’s
Rented summer house
In a suburb of
Chicago
We called The Country
The same song
Same rhythm
Repeating repeating repeating
The mysteries of mysterious
Night
Melting into the rhythm
And the voices I heard
Then
As one voice
I hear now
Singing one certain
Song
Over and over and over
Then
Come to this open
Window
My dear man calls to
Me
It is the time between
Day and Night
When the sky loses
Light
Out the open window
I hear them
His gift for me
The beautiful rhythm
Of their song
Repeating repeating
Repeating
-August 6, 2022
