A Summer Song

The cicadas are singing their mating song,

A cacophony of clicks and whirrs filling the air,

Day and night, night and day, Summer in Illinois.

A sound from my youth, as I raise up my windows,

To let in the cool air, a break from the heat.

But, something’s in the air tonight.

I don’t mean just a cool breeze and the sound of the cicadas.

Real change is blowing in.

Good or bad, I cannot say.

But, I feel it in my bones, deep within my being.

Something old is falling away, something new approaching.

Wait.  Listen.  Breathe in, breathe out.

It will all unfold in due time.