Another listless night
I feel all is present.
A gentle calm comes over all
A gentle whisp of wind.

A lone cricket rejoices in the moment,
Stridulating, sounding off
his only cry.

And other sounds abound,
and fill the midnight sky.
Yet over all a gentle calm,
A gentle whisp of wind.

Another sound plays upon my ears,
a sound unrecognized,
a distant sound
playing upon the wind.

It is the sound of people
doing their own thing,
a distant sound
of myself,
playing on the wind