I have just today become
at peace beneath the twilight sky.
The moon hung like silence:
as I dragged garbage
down the hill and I thought
it would rain. All day it should
have rained in the grey cloud-light.
I refused to leave the house
while you mowed the lawn
until I realized
the week’s junk would
have to go despite the weather.
I went out and crouched
in the driveway. I counted
stones and locusts.
I looked for leaves
and the occasional
squashed bug.
I thought of you,
how it’s been seventeen years
since we slept on a narrow bed.
When the cicadas hatched
I spent hours avoiding
the sidewalk,

but this year I examined
their red eyes,
their transparent wings
etched with veins and purpose
until they laid their eggs
and died. Now the moon
hangs like wisdom
above our garbage at the curb.
And I’ve counted all the leaves
while you nap inside,
unaware of the importance
of bugs, how much depends
on seventeen years of silence.

©2007, Christine Klocek-Lim

Christine Klocek-Lim’s work has appeared in Nimrod, The Pedestal Magazine, Lily, The Quarterly Journal of Ideology and elsewhere. In 2006, her poetry was selected as a finalist for Nimrod’s Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry. Her Web site is November Sky. Two of her poems appear in our other seasonal anthologies: “First Crocus” is in the spring collection, and “Strange Violet Behind Trees” is in the autumn collection.

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