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Hollylane · 08-02-2012, 11:52 PM

Interval

by Jeffrey Harrison

Sometimes, out of nowhere, it comes back,
that night when, driving home from the city,
having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us,

we lost our way on the back country roads
and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign,
a field alive with the blinking of fireflies,

and we got out and stood there in the darkness,
amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks
igniting silently in a randomness

that somehow added up to a marvel
both earthly and celestial, the sky
brought down to earth, and brought to life,

a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations
were a small gift of unexpected astonishment,
luminous signalings leading us away

from thoughts of where we were going
or coming from, the cares that often drive us
relentlessly onward and blind us

to such flickering intervals when moments
are released from their rigid sequence
and burn like airborne embers, floating free.

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08-02-2012, 11:52 PM	#11
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,362 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	Interval by Jeffrey Harrison Sometimes, out of nowhere, it comes back, that night when, driving home from the city, having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us, we lost our way on the back country roads and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign, a field alive with the blinking of fireflies, and we got out and stood there in the darkness, amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks igniting silently in a randomness that somehow added up to a marvel both earthly and celestial, the sky brought down to earth, and brought to life, a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations were a small gift of unexpected astonishment, luminous signalings leading us away from thoughts of where we were going or coming from, the cares that often drive us relentlessly onward and blind us to such flickering intervals when moments are released from their rigid sequence and burn like airborne embers, floating free.