August 12th, 2012



Listen to crickets for a while and be drawn where night binds earth and air, that dark place of grass and root-pent soil that summer's insects vibrate, measuring time's passage. Tonight they have celestial counterparts, streaking the sky with quick light. The meteors have their own time, ages and instants to the earthbound crickets' seasons and seconds, but the two complement one another.

Early this morning I watched the sky for a while, and late tonight I will watch again. I doubt the crickets will see the meteors, and meteors have no crickets, but I connect them. It's one of the perks of knowing of ages I've never known and will never know and of knowing how briefly crickets sing. The death-fires in the night sky are even more brief, and fewer than the minutes of the night, though more than the years of a life. The cricket song is soothing and leaves me unconcerned. The world may rage its time, but here I find serenity where shards of the universe flame out as oblivious life sings.

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