Broken Only By

I walk out to the weekends’
night sounds.

Mostly stale stillness
broken only by 

one early rooster and 
a pond-full of mid-summers’ peepers.

A car, 
then two 

pass by where 
I’ve been walking out

through a season, 
then a few

broken only 
by 

a boy, 
then two

as a plane crosses the sky