Clawing at Air
CLAWING AT AIR
For months now I have been
a flipper of cicadas. No lucrative business
but it’s honest work and plenty of it,
easier than writing and more gratifying than
prayer as you can actually see them
slingshot from your finger and go
haphazardly hurtling towards the light.
Round here they’re everywhere,
which I read somewhere is because
just about everything loves
to claim cicadas from the air
before they reach higher branches.
So often survival is a numbers game.
All the same, I still believe
you're the root we’re feeding on,
Lord, but it's a thin, croaking hope
that you can handle the sheer onslaught
in this brief interval between dawn and husk.
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