I’ve been waiting and now watching
these strange bugs fly carefree
and blind
In amusement of the places they find to get to …
Stuck on my blinds,
sneaking past them too.
Pretty funny we humans get so preoccupied with them flying around,
or upset if red eyes stare back
from the barbecue,
or bang your unsuspecting head
on a morning walk,
Really nothing much to dread.
The thing I find enlightening about their return is the persistent sound of singing wings up in the trees.
It’s a familiar sound,
I’ve known many years,
exactly like the ever present tinnitus
in my old ears.
So now you know this ringing sound
and can relax,
for cicada time is soon over
And once back underground
and out of sight,
There will be silence for all ears
except mine
for a number of years.
THH
5/11/24
Thoughts Have Hands 