Listening – a poem by Clayton Arble

Listening

I

Sitting on a fallen tree over the river,
I heard the thin, ancient sound
Of a cricket moving its wings.

II

I couldn’t spot him from the branch
I was sitting on. He never moved
Because the song never changed.

III

I decided to stay there a while.
Huge mosquitoes hovered around me.
Only the cricket was invisible.

 

Clayton Arble is a poet from Holyoke, Massachusetts.