dance.

Tiny specks, sparks in synchrony.
On beats and off beats.
They flicker rhythmically together,
they flicker rhythmically apart.
Eclectic.
Blankets of white yellow filament glitter.
Sprinkled on each side.
Transporting to its twin.
Of cities saturated,
pregnant with light.

White noise stamps its angry feet.
And I know that if I strain I can just make out the dance of the fireflies and their own collective breath and breathing and living.
Inhale exhale.
Unhidden secrets for boat lovers and land dwellers.
Wax and wane.
Swell and burst.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
Loops,
guarded by nightwatch.