Firefly

The way that fireflies are captured in a jar. And they say “just one more firefly, I guess.” And the firefly is glowing weakly, so they try not to laugh. They are making me dizzy with their kind words. In that cloying way. I’m here, I’m here. I think they know I’m still here. Wondering how they are all so dazzling. Together, they are dazzling. Inching away from them, So that I can feel the mellow landscape. The endless landscape. Where the trees are calm, and never chatter. Where closeness does not exist.