by Eruch Adams
The fireflies are out tonight.
Thousands of them as I look up at the treeline.
Flash, flash, flash
Here and there and up and over
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Don't you know?" they reply. "The summer is here. The brightest day of our life is today and we're just giving some back."
"Come on," I say massaging the ache in my ankle. "It's just another day. One of thousands I've seen. One of billions the sun has seen. Nothing special."
"Oh but listen, the wind speaks of great days ahead. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. It's all now--it's all happening! Don't look away." The blinking flashes increased, like a riotous dance to a drum beat only they could hear.
I couldn't hear it, anyway. "I've seen it, you silly fireflies. It's nice. But will it put food on the table? Will it make my dreams come true?"
"Foolish man, you only planted half your garden, and yet your tomatoes know what we're talking about. The can smell it. This is the time for love and fruitfulness.
"Find someone to shine with. Live, live. It's all happening now. Tell your loved ones. Your dreams are coming true this instant even if you have to set your heart on fire -- guide them to your shore."