Missouri Born: Missouri Sang
by W. Lee Kincy
Missouri sang to me tonight. She opened her lush, earthy expanses and
bellowed a song as if I and the sliver of a moon were her sole audience.
The shrill calls of a legion of cicadas crescendoed and waned in
unison with the crickets that seemed to surround me. A faint, distant
buzz neared my ear until I whished it away. Hovering at the feeder,
a hummingbird added the whirring of its wings to the rising cadence
while piping its displeasure at my presence. A sudden swish above
sent unrecognizable wings sailing into the sky. Still, I sat
motionless in the wrought iron chair and listened. A bird high in a
tree chirped to the night, and geese from the nearby lake honked their
contentment. From a distant hill, a dog barked and I marveled how
its muted woof marked time right along with a bullfrog's croak. Eyes
closed, I attended closely as an unfamiliar rhythmic zzit, zzit,
zzitzzitzzit, zzit, zzit, zzitzzitzzit joined the chorus as if the
night itself swished upon a snare. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and
as I rose my chair legs scraped the concrete and hushed the song. At
peace, I leaned against my fence and looked across the shadowed hills
before me. For me, Missouri's twilight song had ended, but somewhere
in a place I cannot see or know, another Missourian listens as the dark
deepens and a new song begins.
W. Lee Kincy's work has appeared
in the Southeast Missourian, The Vindicator and other publications.
Copyright © 2005. Do not reproduce without permission.