Summer Night

In darkness I sit silent,
spreading salted crackers with tuna.
Boiled eggs, for texture,
mayonnaise, for moisture.
The oceanic scent and savor.

"Crunch!"
echoes in the night.

Around me leaves that rustle through
the gentle summer wind
begin, as surely all limbs do,
to sway, and even bend.

Against the shadows in the trees
dance tiny points of light;
the fireflies upon the breeze
brief interrupt the night.

This shameful little insect can
give light for sweet life's sake;
tell me, woman, I ask you, man:
what shining do you make?

In flowing galaxies they glow,
these flying things that crawl.
With fervor we may never know,
they call, and call, and call...