The Spirituality of Fireflies: There is no tame.

Photo by Willgard on Pixabay

I picture myself sometimes,
Sitting cross-legged at dusk
with a million fireflies zinging around me
like a blanket of concert lighters,
begging for an encore.

There’s so much commotion
surrounding me
that I can hear the army of frenzied wings
trying SO HARD to be heard.