the lunistice strawberry moon is rising behind us

glowing softly with vibrant orange fire escaping its halo in a wave pattern

You hold the light while I grab handfuls of black raspberries, the twisty limbs of the willow woven and wired into a fence that resembles wheat sheaves turning into ocean waves. You show me how you’re weaving tunnels in the bushes, a labyrinth of edible sweetness. We come upon a 17 yr cicada amongst the berries, and it seems to be frozen in thought, reaching out a leg towards a particularly beautiful berry. It’s black body, reddish eyes and gold mullioned wings match the berries as they change from white to red to wine to black. A red ant seems to be keeping the cicada company, and it busies itself with a bright red berry, the scene is framed in the green of raspberry leaves, the serrated edges of the leaves and the tiny hairs on the berries, make the two insects appear seamless in the diorama. Fireflies are pouring out of the ground and rising to about five or ten ft, then falling back down into the grass. I can’t help but feel the timelessness of the moment, like all of human monument may one day pass into dream but the surreality of these insects under the moon will go on.