Field Crickets

This afternoon, lying in tall grass,
I hear a chirp, so constant,
it’s almost a hum…

—Of course, it’s the field crickets—

They’re like two cupped palms,
dipping water to my lips
after many strenuous miles.

They penetrate the air;
they pour calm over my body
like a waterfall.

A peace that almost makes me ask:
Ah, are you the river?

AHREND TORREY

Ahrend Torrey enjoys exploring nature in southern Louisiana where he lives with his husband Jonathan, their pups Dichter and Dova, and Purl their cat. He holds an MA and MFA in creative writing from Wilkes University, and is the author of Small Blue Harbor published by the Poetry Box Select imprint (Portland) in 2019.