Intro

Inspiration is like
catching fireflies
in the summer evening
they do this for love
I'm told
to get a mason jar
but I'm focused on the light
the bright green-yellow
flashes, pulses
and I follow behind it
Ignoring the reality of the present
I reached out to grab ahold
of the light
allowed me to see its' wings
The light stopped suddenly and I trailed behind
skidding across the grass
waiting for a sign,
eyes darted
in the darkness
the light beckoned again
And I snatched it in my hand
selfishly
feeling it tickel my palm
Looking for an open jar,
a thought ocurred:
this light can't just be mine
to keep clinched under my fingers
sticky from the heat of the chase
The having the losing of a non-possession
My hand hinged open and set it free
And this is why I write