Fireflies flutter
in constantly shifting constellations,
one moment Orion loosing radiant 
arrows into ether, the next Ursa Major ambling through spangled
brush.  I marvel at these grounded celestials,
cursing my foolishness
for ever believing I could sequester
their starlight in my puny grasp.  The fireflies have forgiven
my arrogance; they still twinkle
in the eaves for me, gifting me light that renders darkness