Aglow

Black night, never-ending
We run

Anticipation
Cares release
Jar in hand
To the backyard!



Soft glowing puddles—
The air variety
Form ponds
Ripples swell
Glitter
Alive


Momentarily our giddy chatterings silence
We linger
But ever so shortly


Cupping hands flutter
So unnatural
This nature
Of course we must capture this



Gathered around the bright jar
We discuss the inhumanity
But there’s holes in the top!

Can such a thing be captured?