days asleep in the calendar wake up and chime.
– William Stafford (“How You Know”)
Tree frogs awake in the dark,
in the rain, a steady wave of chorusing
croaks upon croak—thousands
clear the air in their throats
again and again, prolong moments
no one else seems to want.
I pause in my tracks listening
deep into the wet blackness to a holy
tradition begun before man.