Standing among among fireflies at dusk,
The late dusk of mid summer
The little lights heartened me,
lifted me up and made me see how they
in their fragility, had courage.
Tiny creatures, flashing across a few feet
To them it must be as miles as for me
my little troubles are as continents.
Something gentle and slow in their lights
In the big city buzzing and humming,
The machines cooling air or heating water.
They come here. This is their narrow world
Where are they in the blazing sun?
Where are they hidden in the noonday heat?
Coming at dusk not to me, but to the leaves,
the pools of darkness, damp flowers.
Fireflies, blinking their lights
To challenge darkness and to enlighten me.