Feb 2014
Do you remember the sound of crickets after a summer storm?
After the air has cleared and the swamp is --for an instant-- unclouded; long after you've forgotten that moments before it was all so close to crashing down on you.
Do you remember crickets and toads like two sides of a symphony you wanted to call silence?
Cool cut grass stuck to your heels and dirt-caked knees that bent to bring you closer to a nameless piece of earth.
Do your hands recall the feel of earthworms and snails and soft wet dirt?
You must have held it all in awe and called it simplicity but you know now even the smallest piece of nature you'll never be wise enough to understand.
Do you remember the feel of summer sun on your face as vividly as I now know the glow of winter moon on mine?
Clouds carried overhead don't always promise snow and the sun doesn't always bring warmth when you want it.
Do you know now how little you understood of elaborate things you dared call simple?
Crickets didn't cry for you and toads had their own purpose for cooing in the night and neither much cared about any sort of symphony.
Do you think I'm unfair for asking you this way?
Because whether they cared or not I heard a symphony anyway and I know if you're meant to love me you'll have to live with all the earthen things that mean so much more than noise to me.
After the air has cleared and the swamp is --for an instant-- unclouded; long after you've forgotten that moments before it was all so close to crashing down on you.
Do you remember crickets and toads like two sides of a symphony you wanted to call silence?
Cool cut grass stuck to your heels and dirt-caked knees that bent to bring you closer to a nameless piece of earth.
Do your hands recall the feel of earthworms and snails and soft wet dirt?
You must have held it all in awe and called it simplicity but you know now even the smallest piece of nature you'll never be wise enough to understand.
Do you remember the feel of summer sun on your face as vividly as I now know the glow of winter moon on mine?
Clouds carried overhead don't always promise snow and the sun doesn't always bring warmth when you want it.
Do you know now how little you understood of elaborate things you dared call simple?
Crickets didn't cry for you and toads had their own purpose for cooing in the night and neither much cared about any sort of symphony.
Do you think I'm unfair for asking you this way?
Because whether they cared or not I heard a symphony anyway and I know if you're meant to love me you'll have to live with all the earthen things that mean so much more than noise to me.
