All Night Cricket

The world you read about
On a daily basis,
The world you talk about,

The world you talk is not
The world you live in, not
The light in the sky, not

The air on your skin, not
Whatever scents evening
In your neighborhood brings.

You hardly talk about,
Hardly care about these
Things, the crickets singing,

That absolute feeling
You are an animal
Breathing everything in.

But we’ll stop now. We’re just
More words, more talking, when
The world you live lives less.