On a balmy night in the middle of a familiar garden The full moon sits like a shutter ready to capture Us - a little boy and a little girl Our knees touched as we crouched by an ancient oak tree Dancing shadows play As small sweat clings to tops of t-shirts From running with our nets, weaving invisible currents into the night Now quietly lying at our sides - resting Our fingers held gingerly on the lids of mason jars Careful to allow air flow Our breath slowing to catch up with our wonder As wide eyes beam with delight at our catch of stars We let go… And The fireflies float to settle like sleepy stars around us Framing our shared core In different Bodies I turn to you… Wanna hold pinkies?
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 