The Crickets came alive here, last night in Texas!
(had to write a little poem for our frenetic re-awakened friends)

And the crickets sang like electrical jazz, just for us tonight.
Stopping suddenly, in energetic pauses/waits, wakes in
perfect response to our footstep’s weight-
little power stations temporarily shut down
Then, just at the right instances, they buzzed on again
shaking their tiny soul’s awake, as we listened
to these unseen creatures who know
how to bend and come in and out of time-based on energy and rhyme. their silent electric violin lessons, in waiting, vibrating dark wet leaves…succumbing to
our inconsistencies, until we agree
with evening’s release, and what they bring us to re-member.
The buzzing of Life which never ends,
returns, somehow always, in sync.