i am the firefly.

and there it is,
and there we'll go.
a thousand chances to hold it all,
but not one we'd ever know.

The End of the Garden

Do you break?
Do you shake
When I approach?
Quiver?
Stumble?
I think I saw it once,
A little bit of lessening
in the way you stand so still.
You are an anchor
driven deep into the roots of me-
You hold my world in place.
Sometimes I wish the ground could give a little
and swallow all the world.
Break it.
Shake it.
Watch it quiver
so I'll stumble.
Oh, I'm tired of being so still.

Head-tilt, Chin-lift

Oh,
I screamed--
I SHOUTED
Let me live!
Just let me in and
Oh!
I will give the best of me
to all the ones who
Bested you.
Oh, let me, let me, let me--
Let me save you while you're down.

Very Well Then

The thoughts,
they come like fireflies--
Lighting up
Then blinking out
Just when I think they've landed in my palm.
And, that hand is outstretched
Waiting for
any kind of gift
That tells me I belong inside
These four walls.
And thoughts--
They scream;
Like darts they fly,
Pinned into the cushions of my room.
Embedded--
Waiting for me to find them
And keep their lights lit for good.

Sometimes it's enough to know
the eggshells that I walk upon
have always been my own.