The patient thrum of an insect crowd
The air is alive with rattling hum
“This is home,” I think out loud
My heart has missed you, here I come

The air is alive with rattling hum
Cicadas tune up as the sun dips low
My heart has missed you, here I come
Home to seas of gold, where time moves slow

Cicadas commence as the sun dips low,
A glowing ball in an empty sky
Kissing seas of gold as time moves slow
It is quietly lively as evening draws nigh

A glowing ball, an enormous sky
The patient thrum of a buzzing crowd
It is quiet, and lively as evening draws nigh
“This is home,” I think out loud


Laura Miller (2)Laura is a Goshen College student studying Spanish and English, and an avid lover of theatre, linguistics and good food.


Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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