The lonely wail of the cicada

Standing in the flashing lights, the world just passes by.

Ebbing flowing ever moving, watching ever shy.

Oceans rising, falling

the end is never nigh.

The barbeques at my condo are now available to be used and so I made an exploratory trip down to the common area to check it out. Also, I haven't been down there since it was finished so I was scoping out if it would be a good place for me to just chill out. It is not. There is no shade.

While I was down there, I got to self-reflecting as one usually does when fighting the queasiness brought by a prior night of hard drinking while listening to the cicadas call. (I am being completely facetious. I know I'm just weird.)

For me, the cicada always evokes memories of Korea. They're all over the place and have this amazing habit of waking you up at 5:30 in the morning when you don't want to be woken up and reminded that you're in a humid dankpit. But it's only annoying for as long as you are reminded that you were woken up at 5:30 in the morning. If you take a moment to listen to it, it's actually quite a beautiful sound.

The cicada that I heard today was not beautiful. It was staccato and sounded like a machine gun version of the sound. It sounded almost like gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogo.

It was oddly appropriate that I was in the middle of Toronto when I heard this sound.

It was also strange that at the time I was thinking about how the night before my ego was wounded by the fact that people were not willing to give me the time of day to run any openers or break any ice. I am a parakeet without any pretty feathers or bright colours.

But the cicada. Everyone hears the cicada. The moments will not pass by because no one can ignore the cicada.

Seize the moment. Don't stand and let the world pass you by because you're too shy to tackle the ocean. Because, as the little thing in my blurb says (you know... on your profile where it tells you to write something), you can only stay in the plane so long. Eventually, you might as well jump. Don't let someone else decide when that time is going to be.

(Seriously... when have my blog posts not been completely vague and incoherent. Hope that it meant something.)

Oh yeah... by the way, I wrote that poem. If I see it somewhere else without my name on it... well you'll hear from me.