On humid summer nights
fireflies of my childhood
moved so slowly
it was easy to capture the glow.
Glass jar with poked holes in the lid
provided magic.
Illumination gently placed onto a nightstand,
as dreams took over.
Thinking they could breathe,
hoping they would last forever.
Holding the light was so much easier
when we acted first.
Time to seek out fireflies
and believe again.
