hold luck in my ageing hand
feel it softly scrabble for the light
i am stronger but what do i command?
even a cricket in this grasping night
that i enclose with fingers uncertain
take it out to late september eve
toss it in still-lush grass and draw the curtain
between the symphony of chirps and what
i believe
still, i’ll keep you a moment longer
if i ease your panic, you’ll grant me peace
sit a full minute upon my open finger
then dive into the song that does not cease…
Jimi Bernath is a poet and essayist living in Trinidad Colorado USA. His work has appeared in newshole, frogpond, Heiwa: Peace Poetry Across the Pacific, Brussels Sprout, point judith light, Soliloquy, Modern Haiku, tangents, Alura, the Small Pond magazine of literature, the Mercury Reader, Stick, Sight Unseen, and Life Scribes.
