where have the crickets gone?

so last night i couldn't sleep

and i sat in my newly cleaned and organized room (yes, i do that)

in the chair beside my shelf, with the window open

and all i could hear was the sound of the wild

the air was alive filled with beings and doings and happenings

and i was tremendously inspired to write a poem or a song or to dance;

i wanted to go out and run and keep on pumping my legs and heart with nothing on my feet

but the dirt and grime of tomorrow's game

i wanted to scream because i can breathe and i can talk and see and hear touch feel cry

i can laugh! isn't being alive amazing? why do we fill these silences

with useless babble and flouncy syllables

this morning, i realized i didn't hear the sound of the crickets and now i am sad