I zigzagged my way up the goat path to the cabin,
pushed my suitcase up the spiral stairs,
fell asleep to the buzz of cicadas.

Long past twilight, I woke to a lightning bug,
wondered how it got inside,
why in an empty room
the flashing was so insistent.

I fought sleep to admire its luminescence,
see whether the light would come closer. Dawn

revealed only the smoke alarm.