Song of the Cicada
What will you do,
you, who have endured
month after month,
year after underworld year,
in a dark silent place
and now wake to a strange new strength
and the desire to unbury yourself
with which you squirm free
and emerge
into a world
of sun and thunder,
catalpa flowers and bees,
birth upon voice upon song?
Join us,
the other ecstatic souls
who are already here celebrating.
Grow gold wings,
devote the rest of your life to love-making,
and raise an irresistible ruckus.
Soulfaring - 