I haven’t seen fireflies for quite a while
I thought summer was gone
but, just now, a spark appeared
and then another
I stopped to look into darkness
it sparkled back
We therefore conversed silently
Summer blinks
Do other seasons blink as well?
Winter simply sleeps
awaking Spring too happy to blink
pregnant Autumn too heavy to blink
Only Summer blinks
with its transient eyes.
Summer comes and goes
on time. Next summer is like the house
in front of me, in space
We stand in flux
that is fluxing according to the fixed mystery