By: Michele Mekel
The din of midnight traffic,
the rattle of express trains—
absented from life’s accustomed cacophony.
The missed clamor of an urban home.
The reverberation of seven-year cicadas,
the chirrup of tree frogs—
present at summer’s protracted twilight.
The forgotten echoes of a backwoods habitation.
Living in Happy Valley, Michele Mekel wears many hats of her choosing: writer and editor; educator and bioethicist; poetess and creatrix; cat herder and chief can opener; witch and woman; and, above all, human. Her work has appeared in various academic and creative publications.