In my son’s room at dusk a firefly floats to the ceiling
I know outside they are rising to the thick canopy
in the backyard where even the night barely gets through
When I walk out the fireflies are re-arranging the constellations
as if they are not sure what shapes to believe in
Here I am at fifty recognizing no shapes of belief but noticing
the vectors of illumination There are crickets
in the high grass near the fence I haven’t had the heart
to cut back in this yard I will not see next spring
Wow! Your poetry just gets better and better. How I wish you taught private lessons! Seriously!
If I could just stop learning from your own poetry, Ron, I might think I had something to teach!
You’re very kind and self-effacing, Jeff. I might be able to teach you a few haiku techniques but non-haiku poetry…nah…you Tarzan, me Jane…uhhh…no, was it Boy? *g*
Confucius said, at fifty, one knows what the heavens dictate.
I like that. It’s empowering. Thanks Mary!
…and he said, at sixty, one accepts what the heavens dictate.
Give me another decade to absorb that one.
I love “When I walk out the fireflies are re-arranging the constellations/ as if they are not sure what shapes to believe in.” I possibly identify with them. Terrific poem, Jeff. This one, like so many of yours, just lingers.
Thanks man! It was good to catch up with your latest as well. Spring is turning the corner to full-blown summer here now that the crickets are out.
oh this is wonderful on so many levels. Thank you for posting!
Thanks, I’m glad you visited…
I love this. It brings back so many memories of home and lifts that nostalgia into something more important and profound … I think I’ll go out and rearrange some constellations myself. <3. Thank you for sharing such gorgeous work.
Such beautiful and profound poetry, I especialy got taken in by this image:”When I walk out the fireflies are re-arranging the constellations”, but the whole poem is just marvelous.
(Yay, a new poem!) And it’s comforting to imagine that even fireflies have their doubts now and then…
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Those vectors will get you every time! Immutable and ever-changing. How to explain them?