when you are sitting in a dark room gazing

when you are sitting in a dark room gazing out into the black night
and one lone firefly lights itself up like the fourth of july over the prairie 

all belief is suspended all doubts fade 

and there is a hanging possibility as it moves darting higher and 

i gasp 

as it is
beautiful and solitary and perfectly totally oblivious to the rain about to fall 

the thunder and lightening gypsying its way here to this small wee house on this small wee spot 

on this enormous big blue marble 

and all things become mighty apparent like the soul of horses the sureness of you 

the layered delicate task of parenting, camping and lemon meringue pie 

(how fucking amazing books are!)
and the ridiculous over-simplification of wicked things like justice water poverty illness 

--ALL become parts of the whole--parts of the something more requiring trust and love 

and that firefly sparks again and again and now there is thunder and the thrumming in my heart echoes 

into that place reserved for you delighting in that contrast of near and far suddenly 

the WHOLE sky lights up like one BIG firefly promising a crack, a passage a thread of electric brilliance linking time and wonder and all things true and well  

this crack this passage is waiting waiting waiting for completion for action and contentment to stay and risk movement
suddenly the firefly has vanished and as the thunder rumbles closer i am seeking that book and 

to dream of parts of the whole