ARRIVAL
I await a
cicada
the first
to emerge
from its
underground burrow
at the oak’s
brown skirt.
Wingless
at first
then red-eyed
and loud
there’s never
just one
they move
in a crowd.
I await a
cicada
the first
of the brood.
A seventeen-year
miracle
periodically
viewed.
For more information about Brood X, check out Cicada Safari.
I await a
cicada
the first
to emerge
from its
underground burrow
at the oak’s
brown skirt.
Wingless
at first
then red-eyed
and loud
there’s never
just one
they move
in a crowd.
I await a
cicada
the first
of the brood.
A seventeen-year
miracle
periodically
viewed.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
For more information about Brood X, check out Cicada Safari.
