AUTOTOMY

I got to enjoy a golden hour sun this evening in the field behind my apartment complex. During the day construction on two sides fills the air with the clammer of drills and engines. In the evening as the sun passes, the den of cicadas drowns out even the distant clacking along the train tracks. It’s as if I’ve stepped into the country and civilization is as remote as mind. The cream wing bands of mockingbirds cross my field of vision. The insects are so loud the birds are silent as the flap their wings. My only thoughts now are about how to take this peace back with me.