Firefly
I could have caught
you as a boy
but never would as a
man.
You flit, you
flutter, you shine then go dark.
Your dancing and
movements so fast
I could only hope but
fall
and be lost in a
cloud
of your dust.
There are sides of
you only I saw
but still so many
left so unseen.
What you showed me
was enough
to give me pause,
to thrill me,
to entice me,
to stay with me all
these years of nights later.
I know you fly best
by night,
shine best, too, in
the trail
of your own fire.
Fly, then, flutter and
flit,
but fit, dear, fit
were you find yourself,
Michael Griffith
Michael Griffith began writing poetry to help his mind and
spirit stay healthy as his body recovered from a life-changing injury. His
poems and non-fiction articles have appeared in many print and online
publications and anthologies. He resides and teaches near Princeton, NJ. His
first book of poetry is slated for publication later this year.
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