Catch a Firefly

Come and catch a firefly with me
Like we are children playing free
Alone in a field designed for us
The grass, the trees, the flowers,
Perfection. What shall we do with it?
Put it in a jar, poked holes in lid,
Watch it become our lantern?
Or watch it languish alone?

Dare we lift the lid, reach inside,
Draw the firefly out to jar’s rim
Then sit together and just watch?
Eyes open, we await the exact moment
When it will choose to take flight,
Trace a swift arc around our field
Recapture enough lost time to then
Light up a whole universe within.

We will each reach out our hands
To catch it again, this light
Passing through our fingers like air.
I close my eyes, like a blind man
Turn my fingers to your skin and trace
The wholeness of a moment I sought
When I became aware of light spilling
Down the back of my soul, needing capture.

Image: Firefly Dance by Marc R. Hanson, 2009
https://marchanson.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-wish.html

13 thoughts on “Catch a Firefly

  1. -Eugenia says:

    Fireflies are magical. From our back porch, we can see them flickering and illuminating the trees, which is a treat for us.

    In the Appalachian mountains, around dusk, they put on a wondrous performance. It’s like viewing works of art.

    This a lovely poem you shared, Stephen.

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