Brain Mites

Brain Mites 

Lightening Bugs
brain mites
creatures to light
to go bump in the night
What are they
Why are they
Why do they come to me
Late at night-
before my first letting go
and early morning too
and after long entangled dreams

Like tiny dancers with their tiny voices
We know you have doubts, they say to me
here is something for you
We know you have fears
here is something for you
We know you you’re seeking solace
Sorry, none to give
they say to me

Airborne creatures having sport with me?
‘Catch us if you can’
Oh, oh, you missed me
Miss me again and I’ll be gone
Oh, oh you’re starting to forget’
they say to me

‘If you live long enough
If you try hard enough
you might capture more
than we’re inclined to give’
they say to me

They know I’m bound to chase them
They know I might get lucky
A quick and stealthy snatch
and out pops a poem

Do they fear I want to present them
like lightening bugs in a jar
Or press them
like a bouquet of exhausted flowers
or smother them
inside a musty book

Do they want me to help them
to save them
to preserve their tiny identities

I know about the ones I catch
and the ones that get away
But do either ever come again
Are they subject to the pull of my imagination
or free as the breeze they seem to float on

I have faith they will come again
faith I will capture some
But have I lost to many
to keep the game alive

Is anybody keeping score