Cathy Coley

Today was very hot,

I lounged outside listening

To cicadas singing the hot summers of my past,

Singing to me from decades ago,

When I last heard those generations.

The buzzing, the heat,

Up and down the east coast

Of my life, longing for something in the future,

Calling to the past.

We were always here with you.

The moment is now.

It always was, and you knew.

The sky is the same,

The earth is the same,

We shed our skins together,

And transform.

1st draft 7.14.2025