by Kevin T. McEneaney
That green cicada on my window screen
with its bright bulging eyes set wide apart
is impressive: gaze into its large eye—
witness a powerful self-confidence!
In fact, they are a superfamily
who have not yet been completely counted.
They lived when there were but two continents,
Pangea and her daughter Siberia.
Above them great dinosaurs roamed and stomped,
yet here they are in shrill timbral choir
singing their ancient, mystical refrain
in the cool moonless night of late August.
They seem to know that we are passing bugs
who won’t be around very much longer.
