Tuesday, February 16, 2010

i'm missing a certain season something fearsome

you know and i know

that if we stared through the morning dew
and couldn't see the sun
everything would blow away.

everyone knows this.

that if the cicadas
aren't deafening, and maddening,
and silent
everyone may slowly evaporate.

if each grain of sand didn't fall
on each other like chimes
and make music
we would all lose our way.

we all have always known this.
still, we forget to observe the golden orbs so early in the morning
and listen for the noises we cannot find
and sing to the music so very tiny.
you know it.
i know it.
it is august.

(image via tumblr)

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