Hasten
by Nathaniel Raith Warren
The lightning bug glow, near to the grass
and Susan yellow,
assured me that I had felt this before.
And each time, having won, this was also acceptable.
More fireflies joined their brethren in a sparkling display, like
streetlamps refracting in muddy puddles.
As I watched, they grew increasingly in sync, and zipped up to the sky.
Thunder rolled back down a second later.
The raindrops absorbed into my skin and froze,
settling myself within my body
I felt there.
On every person’s tongue and into everyone’s deepest thoughts,
And weaving into the day and time,
It rumbled on.
This poem was originally published in the 2018 edition of the George Street Press.
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