Wednesday, June 25, 2025

sequence

the fireflies are out          summer visitors          their joyful            light        indirect          without accumulation            a shorthand          lighting up the continuum      they are          ghostwords           winking like secrets          and           adrift as passwords     unburdened by footprints    play         stay    and hold        even as       our dimensions fold
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(Also see Nance for the titles's connection to "sequins.")

Pic: Tiny turtle making its way up a rock on the Red Cedar. I seem to have one of these pictures every year... I'm fascinated by their progress.

6 comments:

Nicole said...

I have only seen fireflies in Mexico - beautiful!
I love turtles! There are a group of them in the pond near one of my walking routes.

Jenny said...

I love the poem. And what is this about declining firefly populations? We don't have them here in Florida- I'll have to make it my mission to look for them when I'm up north this summer.

Gillian said...

Nice.

StephLove said...

We have them in our back yard, but I don't think there are as many as even ten years ago.

North and I were sitting on the back steps watching a lone firefly recently (we eventually saw more) and North said to it, "I think you're going to find a girlfriend. You're so hot!"

Jeanie said...

I was noticing the fireflies a couple of nights ago when Rick and I were eating outside. I love their dance.

Mom of Children said...

Beautiful poem. We have fireflies in NJ or are those lightning bugs?... or are they the same thing? More stuff for me to google :)

sequence

the fireflies are out          summer visitors          their joyful            light        indirect          without accumulation         ...