quiet

sitting in the garden, meditating on a sunny afternoon, behind the noises of cars and grass mowers and children playing in the school behind the house i hear a grillo and a cigarra, chattering across the street. they've been chatting away since the evening, all through the night, during the morning, still, in the afternoon. i do wonder what they're saying. what are they saying? are they saying can you see that girl, sitting on the grass, cross legged? can you see her eyes quivering under her closed eyelids? can you see that she's missing a home? can you see?