Fireflies Shining

Windham, VT

July 10, 2010

If light can somehow warm the sand,

Why is it so hard to penetrate

The layer of the tissue underlying?

If kinsman follow a different path,

Why is it so effortless

To replicate the myths that should be dying?

“I only follow orders,” she said,

Above the anguished cries;

Light multiplied like fireflies shining.

The truth,

The truth does hurt.

It injures like a thousand darts,

Multiplied into a million points of light.

It can cut you like a saber,

Clear cuts the forest down;

Indiscriminate action on the pasture.

But when you reach the underside,

Down to the lower ground,

The air is cold and still within the rafter.

It is at that point, for some,

Creation begins again.

This launching of the light produces shaking.

From within and from without

Fractures form and disappear.

Those million points of light begin breaking.

That light begins escaping;

That light begins escaping.