Cicada Boys In Twilight

Cicada
With your back to the earth
I must’ve harkened
to you yesterday-
When i paused, ear grasping-

my infant strapped to me,
translucent fingers trembling-
limbs flailing
in shock of open space-
As I marched him, Onwards...

It was you- life’s horn blower
who caught me, unaware,
up on high- Swaying
in This twilit Cottonwood,
amongst your throng-

all of your brothers, agile drunkards-
eulogizing yourselves, a million splayed legs,
weaving your voices, knowing,
utterly together
In long last “hurrah!”

What is your armor
for- folding inwards the wings?
Holding them silent when the sun drops?
A hard shell to fall upon,
A glimmering statue to chastise Us?

Another naive generation of Mother am I,
Zealous, marvelling, wondrous, stupefied-
Open-mouthed, awed; dancing- still
encased; descending crescendo
swaddling my soul...

Forward, my Son’s new eyes
Upwards, those angels’ horns lowing
Backwards, bodies falling-
Meant to be found
Emptied, along my path...