The lightening bugs are rising tonight.
Effortlessly they lift
and glide
into the darkness,
unmindful of
human ways.
Inhabiting the same space,
we live a world apart.
Crickets and katydids
have begun to sing.
With no thought of me, still
they live their lives entwined with mine.
As does the dragonfly, buzzing
past my shoulder in the dusky twilight,
hunting insects in the garden.
Do wild things know when
they are welcome?
In return for sustenance
they offer me
their presence.
Companionship
mutually gifted,
mutually blessed.
