I Understand Crickets

By Emily Strauss

I understand crickets, the voices

Of night pulsing across the fields

An echo of wordless dark substance

Like thick black cotton filling

The space between the trees

Like the collected pumping of oil wells

In the far hills reflecting against

My skin. I see the pinpoints of stars

In the desert sky fifty miles

Down a dirt road, so far from light

The Milky Way shows double,

The spiraled edge filling half this bowl

I sleep under, on the raw ground

Next to this naked stream with

One blue warbler spotted today.




I am a retired English teacher, and have had over a dozen poems published in the last several years in various small online journals. I continue to strive for better results, and any feedback is taken to heart.

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