Shouldn't…but Do

Twilight is a favorite time.  The obvious recedes, ambiguity comes to the fore.

This year there are more fireflies than ever before.  Inclined to shade and shrubbery, it is only now my space is mature enough to host these bioluminescent marvels.  Their numbers are not great, but  enough.

It is well known fireflies blink to attract, a happier purpose than predation.  It suits me.

Fireflies delight with promised, but erratic light, and seemingly serendipitous flight plans.  Treasured for their mystery, they often turn up well away from where you might expect them –  much like the more wondrous things in life.

Were the light of a firefly constant,  as with sunlight, the refrain would reveal a  path.  Fireflies, fireworks and shooting stars reveal more the art of life – sudden illumination, a wish, a wonder, if sometimes only in the periphery.  Unexpected delight and quiet darkness left longing for more.