Fireflies

Fireflies -  the brief luminosity of any meaningful moment. Sometimes the hard edges of friendship bring us to difficult questions.

Home in the Dark

Fireflies in Central Park

brought me home 

along a night time path.

This city, so familiar, 

held me as a stranger

in a darkness brought on itself

and on our separate lives.

And where was home then?

Thirty seven floors up

into the sky's wilderness,

where the floors shook slightly,

and the woods of Wales

were miles away

from the East River.

Have we come so far 

from the fire we set and sat

with through the years?

Are we, oceans apart, 

picking the bones

of what is dead, or blowing

to life what is left in the ashes?

JT