Life, Poetry

Lightning Bugs

“One day more

Another day, another destiny.”


It’s that time again.

It’s time again

When windows go up

And it’s that time again

For crickets to serenade.


It’s that time…again.

It’s been a long time comin

To see the lightning bugs

Shatter the darkness and

Brighten a tiny speck

In an instant. For a second—

“The time is now,

The day is here!”


It’s time again.

And that precious second

Vanishes away and we pause

Expecting the next speck,

Waiting for another ray

The moment for bugs—

Inside and out—to shine.


It’s time for a sparkle of joy

Of rest, of decency, of justice.

The brightness wanes, til


Unrest, fear, and death ring,

Shattering the days and darkening

Our future horizons.


It’s that time again


For justice, for peace,

For life—for all—now.

It’s been a long time comin.

The lightning bugs are near

Any second they’ll reappear…


Ah: it’s that time again

For us—the bugs—to shine:

“Do you hear the people sing?

Singing a song of angry men?”


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