Firefly

by Red Dragon Goodness

One moment you are working in London

And feeling frustrated 

And miserable

And you blink

And you are walking across northern rural Spain

And you blink

And you are back in London

And riding on the tube

And it is always winter

And cold

And you are always wearing a thousand layers 

And you feel you could never be warm again

And twenty-four hours without sleep

And two plane trips later

You are back in America

And it is June

And it is summer! 

Oh summertime

I have missed you! 

To walk outside

Without endless layers 

Scarves and beannies and gloves

Just shorts and a t-shirt

And flip flops 

Is bliss

To be back with my love

And to have returned to the cabin in the woods

Sitting on the porch

Watching a storm swirl by

The way the leaves flutter

The way the tall trees bend and wave with the whirling wind

To see lightning flash the sky

And hear thunder crashing

Feeling its rumble in the earth

And in the evening

To sit on the same porch

And smell earth and trees

Blessed by rain

And watch fireflies flicker in the forest

The sparkle of their little luminescents   

Like tiny twinkling fairy lights 

Feels like a delicious dream

And you’re glad you’re here

The end. 

Forest Meditation

Imagine you are in a forest. You are on an elevated platform. And somehow you are protected from the mosquitos. And it is quiet and still. The occasional chirping of birds. It is like a meditation tape. The setting, the sounds, it is all what you envision when you are sitting in concrete and imagining yourself somewhere calm and lovely. The forest, like something you have dreamed about, wished about, seen represented so often, suddenly now your reality. It is even more gorgeous than you could have ever imagined. The way the sunlight filters through the trees, shimmers deliciously, all that green! It must be impossible! Yet there it is. The way sun is setting into the trees. It is like gold. It is like the trees are on fire. It is all you can do to run through the forest to catch it with your bare hands. The shimmering sparkling orb of light of it. But somewhere in the logical recesses of your mind, you are aware that running into the middle of an unknown forest at sunset is not safe. Is a crazy thing to do. So you sit and you stare at the shimmer and let your heart ache at the joy beauty splendor of it.