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.

18 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 :)

NGS said...

This has been the year of lightning bugs for me. I've seen more this year than I have in my entire adult life, I think. I am delighted by this - Hannah does not care.

Life of a Doctor's Wife said...

I love fireflies! We didn't have them where I grew up but they are common in my current part of the world. So magical!

I love "ghostwords" and your use of "continuum."

Nance said...

Oh, this poem!
I love how the line break mimics the flashing of the fireflies and the few random rhymes that emphasize that pulsating cadence.

The metaphors of ghostwords, secrets, and passwords--I love how these add to the mystery of fireflies and even the character of summertime itself, when time is stretchier and looser.

It's so good, maya.

maya said...

Are there no fireflies at all by you, Nicole? Might it be because you go to bed early?

maya said...

Whoa! I thought there were fireflies everywhere!

maya said...

Thanks!

maya said...

I'm laughing so hard! Please thank North!

maya said...

I love them too, Jeanie. The first summer evening I see them is always so magical.

maya said...

I think they're the same--just different names :). (But just a feeling, Google might have more intel.)

maya said...

Max and Huck don't care either... I'm so glad to hear you say you've seen more this year. It's contrary to other reports. But I know you, so that makes a difference :).

maya said...

Thank you, Suzanne. I thought fireflies were ubiquitous because I saw them growing up in India too...

maya said...

Thank you, Nance <3
(The whoop I let out when I read this! )

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