you can’t jar the lightning bug
for long before the light
becomes night again

the baby bird lost from the nest
can’t follow the chirps
and arm-flapping, you see
i could teach you to fly
yet
you will eventually
find ground
if it’s my flight you follow

i was never meant for the places
you perch
it was wonderful while it was
but, i could never stay
no matter
how much i flap my arms