It was between Stars missing its Moon
and on a field
Of once Sun-Drenched Grass
Crickets stopped rubbing their legs
Leaving room in the air for the sound of
the Breeze as it finished its brush with the tips
Of the Grass
It’s a Pause
A Stop
Empty Air looking to be filled
By something long distanced
That is missing its Moon
Its Sun-Drenched Grass
It is a sound that doesn’t come
The Pause of the Grass Hesitates
The Sun Missing Stars Blink
It is a moment of Nothingness
As broad as there is Horizons.
As quickly
The Breeze enters from the North
Begins to move the tips of the Grass
The Stars Blink
And Crickets
Restart their Stridulation
