I passed one cricket by the lake
Just one cricket calling out from the stillness
It seemed like the cricket was left to watch the lake
I noticed the sound of the cricket right away
And was drawn to it as everything else was still
All the other crickets had left
Or were silent and hidden
It was as if the cricket was left to watch the lake
And all life but the cricket had left the world
I wondered if the cricket knew the fear of feeling alone
It seemed to me that if the cricket
Could only know the miracle of its own existence
Then it would find the quiet lake again instantly
Just as I had found them both while walking by
Un-alone and un-afraid looking for neither
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