This is the moment when the frogs stop singing.
This is the moment when you can hear
your footsteps on the dirt path
around the lake, when you can hear
your footsteps stop, when nothing else
in the world around you moves.
This is the moment when tiredness
drops from your shoulders, when
all the other burdens melt into
a puddle at your tired feet, and fog
settles between your toes. This
feels like goodness itself
When the frogs start again their boisterous
chorus and the sun descends from view
and the insects join in echoing harmony
and children run in a tried frenzy
down the path and around the lake
and you’re too tired to chase them down
so you call and call for them to come back,
this is the moment when you have to leave,
bedtime is waiting and if, if
they’re good, there will be dessert.
Don Lasko is a retired public high school English teacher living in Hightstown. He is a graduate of Oberlin College and SUNY Stony Brook.