Firefly

If I were to live my life as lampyridae
in the shell of my lightening shield
in my glowworm haze
at the bottom of the ground in winter,
and you were to come by
at dusk
when the moon was soft in the darkening sky
across the field
and with your jar
would you catch my neighbors
and think, “How beautiful
these lights will look upon my bed-stand”
Firefly
hatched in midnight air
my thin tinsel legs
like cat tails among the shore
reaching toward the smiling moon
star among a field of stars
in thin summer air
Firefly
the walls begin to close in
I see the world from the outside
of my glass castle
star captured by human hands
burned out before morning.