A still September Noon

Crickets pause to breathe at the sound of my weary, hesitant feet,

Birds sing their night time songs as the day begins to sleep,

Glowing trees, once set fire by the sun, transform to silhouettes,

The Stars are here to greet me now, to show they didn't forget

I hear the jarring calls of cars, of trucks and of mighty planes,

Of a society that is so corrupt that in their minds- only money remains,

I flee down familiar suburban streets with doors locked and dogs on guard,

Reminiscing on the days I would play here as a curious and carefree child

Now I taste the sweet smell of spring on my parched and smiling lips,

For the memories that dance here in front of me are my most treasured and precious gifts,

I marvel as to where the wonder has gone, and why so many lack to see it,

Perhaps they are blind from the pollution haze that this infested city emits

To think of all the galaxies that swarm the skies above,

To begin to even fathom that with this universe, we are one,

To look into a child’s eyes and to see the world they see,

To gaze back into the mirror and not know who’s facing me...

These thoughts run rampant through my mind on such a still September noon,

Where I've paused, like the crickets, to sit and wait, until the sun bows down for the moon.