Firefly night at britannia bay,
On the edge of the pier,
Standing on the shore of the river,
Looking into the calm darkness,
Feeling the almost imperceptible breeze
On my skin,
Close and immediate,
Feeling the thick, warm, moist, foggy air,
Hearing the singing of the crickets,
Hearing the honking of the geese,
Hearing the quacking of the ducks,
Seeing the grey mist,
Seeing the dark, flat shore,
Seeing the flashing fireflies,
Seeing them move in the calm stillness,
Feeling the calming of my anxieties;
Feeling these soothing gifts of my deity.



Cy, 198?