Surely lightning bugs are evidence
of some fairy dust magic.
Ever an atheist, I rank them amongst
the holiest syncopated miracles:
Haley’s Comet, Old
Faithful, Great Migrations, the Aurora Borealis…
Fragile pupil-sized creatures
orchestrate twinkling candles, multiplying
layering flickers, crescendos illuminating
night’s respiration.
I’ll know yet my privilege is lost if
when amid shadowy meadows
no swell in me is risen upon first sight
of their brief iridescence.
Further, he who pauselessly dismisses
a firefly without a trace of wonder
is touchless to me and nary worth more
than my detached compassion.
~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone
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