Dancing with Fireflies
I’m not awake in the evening much
my body too tired from digging, pulling, hauling
Just enough energy
to scrub away dirt ground into knees and fingernails (permanently it seems)
then fall into my pillow
But I often wake in the night
to celebrate the moon reaching across my room
with her cool, gentle light
And every so often
if no one’s around
I wander into the garden
to dance with fireflies
Art and Words by Beverly Ash Gilbert