It happens
when the sun goes down
and all the lights
meet the switch
and transfer energy
everything all at once
listens up
and tunes in
to the frequencies
crossing your backyard

I am in the window
shaking
from cold
and breeze
I am holding grandma's afghan
tight about my shoulders
while the window stays open
and the breeze
blows steady

Below, the fireflies
and crickets
call for mates
the creatures of the night
set out to hunt
any
unsuspecting wanderer

although, caught in the air
is the scent
and the feeling of contentment
the end of everything you know

It's just the frequency
about the air
and the unborn voices of your children's children
echoing in the night