Remember those South Carolina summer nights?

             Piazza of haint blue, julep highballs mint green

Hydrangeas dusk pink, magnolias lunar white

Melodious clinks of ice against the sweet tea,

              while enjoying the cicada’s opera

Crooning among the grand stage of the live oak tree

Lounging and laughing on rattan chairs, we witnessed

              an effervescent peach glow, the elusive:

Lightning bug, a ballet of bright amber citrus

How rare a show, we watched it twirling, mesmerized…

              somewhat. Rather, I was more hypnotized by the

Sight of you. Under the moonlight, gleaming and prized–

How lucky am I? For so long, I took the stance:

              fireflies were extinct. Tonight, the miracle

Precious occurred: I caught lightning in my hands.