ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
FIREFLY NIGHTS
firefly nights and bloom
the faces in high storms
my years fly away from me
with their people worrying their hands
I can live where I want and I live here
relentlessness and terror
cannot be denied or escaped
but they leave as often
as people do
the eye of memory
is set in a flat plain tall of crops
the tallness of the sky is greater
and when the storms build
you can see lightning
stretched through from top to bottom
inside the storm my house shines
I made the light by myself
out of love for the center
of the world that looks at it
over many distances
all things are desperate things
living closes in on itself
my mouth works to contain its moisture
my eyes fall together at night
the past is a beast that rode us here
arrival a crisis departure relief
and whenever it moves it moans a little
having far to go