Adulthood unexpectedly
brings me half a mile from the backyard
where my childhood intersected
with August dusk,
where I was content to run in circles,
arms outstretched,
chasing fireflies.

In the decade and some odd years since those evenings,
life has raised her mask and
revealed her face to be
the unexpected,
where even her smile
might be interpreted
as cold or callous.

I slowed a bit as she watched me
always following something,
with fireflies becoming boys and
even breath;
these things I fought for
so different from the simplicity I sought
those summer nights,
in such contrast
with the yellow lights
that guided my young assent.

Occasionally, then, I would catch them,
and cradle them gently in my hands,
but I would never have the heart to seal their fate
inside a mason jar.

Oh, how things have changed.

That is simply beautiful! Something everyone has experienced and can relate to...fireflies! The chase also...not just the fireflies!

That is neat.Fireflies can be so many dreams we're chasing too.

Very Nice!

awesome!

memories so sweet-thanks for sharing

(((Katalin)))

Thank you

Denie
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Jason
Art
pkd
Harold

You're welcome

very nice.