Gone with the Wind

It's summer nights when your blood runs hot

There's so much to do and nothing to do

The moons are bright and the sky always clear

Grass cool and coddling on the loneliness

And I laugh at the thought of gnats and mosquitos as companions

But lightning bugs aren't so bad

Grazing wings and feet brush my skin

But they don't approach for comfort

Merely observance

I am an obstruction in their routine

Of green blades and floating highways

They're feeling me out

Putting me in a jar

And just to save myself I believe they've come to assuage something awful

But what of a bug?

What of I?

Eyes shut, ground reclaims.