Meager Reality

I sat under a clouded sky and watched the lightning bugs as they flashed their death signals to one another – each trying to find a True Love before the biological clock ran out. I saw clouds dipped into soot and drenched in ashes, growing darker, darker and saw lights grow brighter. I caught Life and Death – inescapable metaphors of reality – in a breath, in my hands and realized how meager existence really is. I’ll step out onto a blade of grass waving in the wind, and put out words, in hopes they’ll reach something in someone somewhere.