While Watching Lightning Bugs

The bird feeders are up

and the evening

explodes in a scene of

color

as the forest behind my house

releases an army

of insects

with illuminated guts.

They hover and glow

above the grass I mowed

five hours ago.

I watch as nature swallows

nature

and the feralness of progress

swoops in

for an attack

on the advancement

of blinking lights.

A little frog

gets in on the action,

and now its belly

looks like a lighthouse

warning of crag rock

and coral,

while I sit on my swing

wondering

where the snakes are

this time of night.