O cricket in the bedroom curtains
You chirp for a love you cannot find
Unless you let me put you outside,
And yet you hide.
O cricket intermittent, not to be found
Are you in the valance? On the ground?
I give up, accept your presence.
then chirpcha-chirp some more
I wonder about your lifespan,
drift off to sleep.
Nights later, I stop
In a spot where I don’t usually linger
But instinct’s eye catches your motion—
Jump I cover you with a glass no
Jump I capture you with a glass no
Determined so, hunter human focused and keen
Jump covered! Captured, unlikely, unawares,
I carry you swiftly down the stairs
Open the door to the summer night’s air,
Deposit you in the klanchoe
No longer lost, you will find