And to think—
while you were
out there—
running
this morning—turned inward
and so
furious
under the difficult
green
canopies of treeleaves—
for something,
from something,
whatever
it was;
cicadas'—
enduring coming
and
going oscillations
were
all the while—in alternations
gently
and then
rather
generously massaging—
whatever sweaty
reasons why
you could have
possibly offered!
right out of
thin air—
along with most
of the humidity.
