Fireflies in the Garden

Some cup them in their hands
Making small wishes and release them to the sky
Others swing at them with rackets and fly swatters
Angry about the wishes that never came
 
From the porch,
With my chin in my hands
Watching
Waiting
Anticipating
 
Only for a moment
 
They fly around like stars
I am one of them
But only for a moment
It’s freedom
 
In a wisp
A swish
A buzz
A glowing ember returning to the sky
It’s gone and so am I
 
As I sit here on the porch