The Fireflies in Our Future ~ ANNA REYNOLDS

The Fireflies in Our Future

ANNA REYNOLDS

It’s a divine thing, To feel free.

To sink your feet in the earth and envelop yourself in the stars as the wind of a million willows flood your lungs, dripping off your skin as it returns to the ocean.

A familiar friend, like fireflies our young hands tried to keep. Naive to the time when we are forced to sleep and the moon slips its head under, making room for the sun.

Darkness. Did the sun forget its duties? Its promises to the moon and to the earth?

Soon the sound of fireflies beating their tiny wings ceased, and their collective soft glow dissolving through forests of faces. Our faces.

Time fades like the sun smeared shadows etched in the sidewalks where we skinned our knees and forced back tears. Wide eyes opened up to the gray sky in surrender.

Until a new light peeked through the clouds, and I knew, there would be fireflies in our future

January 20th 2021, US Inauguration Day