Cicada Song

By Niall Twohig

Walking together, we come to a standstill.

I close my eyes and rest into this moment.

The cicada’s song has us.

I know you’re in it too—

Hearing it, really hearing it,

for the first time.

This world men have built,

It compels us to race alone, to never stand still.

Its rhythms pull us from this rhythm,

pull us from our senses,

pull us from this song

which sings to our Soul.

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