Rush hour
Cobb County
Nothing to mess around with
And yet, and yet
Amidst sirens, fast tires, honking horns
On the corner of busy Barrett Parkway
And Old 41
I hear them
First through my closed window
at the red traffic light
I stop mid-thought
Startled
Stunned by the sound
Of spring peepers in February
Hope
New Life
I roll down my window
Stick out my head as far as it will go
And listen
Breathe
Take in the sweet little sound

Thank you, God, for
Moments like these,
Glimpses of grace
In a world gone mad