People Versus Silence

In the humid night 
there was a circularity 
of rhythmic chirping of the crickets. 

Suddenly there is a lull. 
Everything stops in the tracks. 
Then a chorus rises― 
building up to crescendo. 

You become easily distracted 
being sole surviving species― 
not defending you flaws. 

Then your mind shrinks. 
You would like to hide 
the emptiness, but 
the psyche impales you. 

The baby moon starts 
transliterating the great― 
silence on your lips.