What’s a lonely firefly to do?

Ruminations on the plight of a solitary lightning bug.

Photo by Ihor Malytskyi on Unsplash

Numinous lights. Like the stars, too many to count.

Years went by. Decades passed. Changes came.

Something was wrong. There were not thousands. There were not hundreds.

There were maybe 40. I know. I counted them. Twice.

One firefly. Carefully I tracked it with my eyes, at the same time looking for others .

The minutes ticked by.

At last! Two fireflies!

But peer as I did into the darkness, I never saw any sign that they drew much closer to each other.

I try to remain hopeful.

Maybe it’s too early in the summer for fireflies to discover each other?

In my part of the world, these bright little denizens of the summer night are called fireflies. But I know many other people call them lightning bugs. Whatever you call them, I hope on some summer evening you will discover your own special bright beacons, lighting up the night.

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays. 824drb@gmail.com

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