All the answers
to all the questions
I have ever asked
or thought
or pondered
during all the days
and all the nights
before
this very morning
were weaved within
the gloriously
rhythmic
chirping
of the early autumn cricket concert
outside my window.
Basking in their song
my heart swelled 
in knowing
everything
and
knowing
nothing.
Now, 
my only question is this:
Can one give a standing ovation to crickets
without looking like a lunatic?