There are traces of light out there.
These lights are teasing me to make chase.
They bob, and flicker, and weave their way into my sideways glances.
I almost catch them, but when I turn to see them straight on - they disappear.
Some days, I think it would be good if they'd all gather together in one place.
Then I could see what was far down the path clearly , with the help of their glow.
But then again, I think half the fun of fireflies is the hide and seek dance they do.
With my jar in hand, I will go out into the field at sunset.
I will run.
I will seek.
I will be present in the place of their flickering light.
For a moment, I will hold them inside my mayonnaise jar
with holes punched in the lid.
Then, I will unscrew the lid, turn the glass upside down and patiently wait as the fireflies buzz away in a trail of on, off, on, off flickering light.
Fireflies are far much lovelier when they are free.
T.L. Eastman June 2010