it all belongs to the sky the rush of ocean and shadow horizon, it all belongs to darkness of night and the stars that lean forward touching skin with light older than thought, listening among the cicadas for the sound of our breath.
it was the noise of the stars that woke me again and again through the night and though my mind comprehends the silence of those long journeys, it was the noise of the stars shining loud in the sky that woke me from the mothwing quiet of sleep.
loud like the taste of rain on my skin the cicadas sing the end of summer. drawing by Tim Hewitt-Coleman