to make the fireflies settle down.
Not enough to keep me inside.
They’ve landed in every tree,
on every bush, on blades of grass…
It’s cloudy, approaching midnight,
there is no other light but theirs.
I don’t have the words. I don’t
have the skills to carry you here
by description and poetry alone,
to be with me in this light show, this
glitter-dome. I stand in the drizzle,
in the center of the night, and want
to touch you in ten thousand ways.