poem: candice nobles
Sound of the Cicadas
What is that?
Do you hear it?
I just got here.
Those aren’t crickets!
Wait, I have heard this
before.
I moved away right after
the cicadas last sang
Their song greets me now
at an unusual time.
I, like them, have been dormant.
The real me has been resting
Waiting to sing again.
about the author: candice nobles
in addition to writing, filmmaking, and being a marketing guru, candice loves crafts. you can enjoy the fruits of her craftiness here where she encourages us all to effin relax. she acknowledges that being a grown-ass lady is complicated.
