seconds before the fireflies
separate our field and sky,
between aluminum pillars of
sagging electric distance,
watercolors of the softest kind
settled beneath the line beyond my eyes.
a surrounding buzz of misplaced
effort, trickled a native sound
so gently into my ear.
bats dove deep, deeper,
disguised by nighttime tree line,
invading this field with me.
i paused, absorbed deep
the air of wonder.
so settled beneath the line beyond
were the colors i had forgot.
so filled with electric wonder.
we fell together as color unto the night
bats unto the deepest field,
so lost of all control,
inside the fading tree formed shapes,
where we lost our breath and pause
and forgot our wonder of
where our time had gone.