Day #5, Poem #3:

Sometimes you catch the firefly,
and the words that come out
and hit the page
say exactly what you
meant.

Sometimes when you started
you knew where you were going
and sometimes you didn’t,
but you recognized it
the moment you got there.

Don’t try to catch the firefly-
fireflies can rarely be caught
by chasing them-
and the faster you chase,
the faster they flee.

Just leave the jam jar open,
and your thoughts
elsewhere,
and then snap the lid tight
when the moment comes.