Monday, May 9, 2016

The Fireflies

The fireflies ascend
and flash together,
by some magical
yet natural

Setting the undersides of trees
and tips of grass
and random spheres of space
with a soft green-yellow fire.

We catch them
not with nets
but with gently placed palms
beneath wherever they are hovering,
gently raising our hands
till they land and say,
"Oh, okay. I'll take a rest, then."

And we feel the pulse,
the urge to shine in time
with a rhythm we cannot fathom
and a synchronicity we can't explain,
as shocks of lighting pass through us -

conductors, resistors, transformers
on an endless circuit -
axons, synapses dendrites
in an infinite mind -
atria, ventricles, aorta
within a many-chambered heart,

keeping our feet grounded
while lost in thought,
defibrillated into feeling.


  1. Hmmm.. fireflies are magical. So nicely expressed, Phil.

  2. Thanks! You'll have to come out and enjoy them sometime again :)