Four poems on household chants and crickets

1) Clear sky and no moon,
nothing to point to or reflect.
This old house is drafty.

2) Clarity exposes fear.
At night, lone crickets chirp;
asking for direction.

3) Soft breath lingers.
A subtle, rhythmic chant drips
from the kitchen faucet.

4) Every leaky faucet speaks.
Every cricket chirps Dharma.
Every thing we do matters.

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“Cricket and Grapes” by Jan Zeremba

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