The Crickets Are Still Chirping

The Crickets Are Still Chirping

12 million light years away 
from
my childhood, adolescent home that I grew up in...
exactly
as they had, outside my screened bedroom window...
the crickets are still chirping...
I've knocked on Death's Door
I've lived a life...a strange one...for a while now...
yet my life is loved and continues so, thanks , Lord...
I've worked, sometimes being tortured by monotony,
my labors buying four safe walls and endless joyful meals...
I've accused Romeo and Juliet of being frauds but then
changed my mind, back and forth many times,
but outside my window in 2017 
the crickets sooth me, with their same mysterious song,
over and over and over and over...
Now, older, I believe, globally, governments, with few exceptions, work only for power and greed, caring little or nothing for the people they govern...
I've traded youth and strength for slow, natural deterioration,
yet, tonite...the vast cricket band plays on, those unique notes only crickets
can play....
...my last thought, perhaps, in some old folks home...before I spend my remaining days staring at the gorgeous, rich enigmatic blue, wondering if that is the sky or not...
my last thought, as the blue becomes grey/black, may be...
the crickets, the crickets sound exactly the same as they did...at Home...