On a balmy night in the middle of a familiar garden
The full moon sits like a shutter ready to capture
Us- a little boy and a little girl
Our knees touched as we crouched by an ancient oak tree
Dancing shadows play
As small sweat clings to tops of t-shirts
From running with our nets, weaving invisible currents into the night
Now quietly lying at our sides - resting
Our fingers held gingerly on the lids of mason jars
Careful to allow air flow
Our breath slowing to catch up with our wonder
As wide eyes beam with delight
at our catch
of stars
We let go…
And
The fireflies float to settle like sleepy stars around us
Framing our shared core
In different
Bodies
I turn to you…
Wanna hold pinkies?
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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I loved this. Your words captured the simple innocence of childhood like a firefly in a mason jar!