Through a Glass Darkly

Dusk. At first the sound was
drowned out by the rain,
then as coolness faded and
damp heat returned, so did
the calling of locusts on either
side, somewhere, front-to-back
which direction, cant tell, really
I'm content just marveling at the fact
that they are speaking in stereo tongue
some udecipherable language
incoherent to us humans.
Later, as darkness gains
momentum and substance
there will be the clouds
at the streetlights, moths and
others of its kind, following
some ancient pre-programmed instinct
each with their own separate flight log,
some even on a kamikaze mission, but
most soaring a different holding pattern,
the effect, a chaotic buzz, as one
seen through a glass darkly
and then set free back out into
the night air.