Friday, June 15, 2007

sound behind the crickets

i lay on a top bunk from childhood and listened to the crickets. their chirps cut through the heat and felt like a gentle lull of breeze and inhale of cool air. and through the sound, another entered, at first nigh unnoticeable. and then it began to subtly differentiate itself from the crickets' ongoing songs. it made its presence known, but it remained nameless to me, for i could no better identify the gentle whistling-like sound than understand a foreign language never before heard. it was foreign to my ears and yet envoked no fear in me. rather, it was peacefully solumn and gentle and free. and before i had noticed it for too long, i was asleep and dreaming on things and places and times.