The sound of the crickets is repetitive

And irritating

But comforting at the same time

As their legs fiddle against their bodies

A rush of memories explode

Through my mind

And all of a sudden

I am six

Catching fireflies

Simply enjoying life.

I am happy for no reason

And I will soon forget

How to feel that way again.

For each little light

That flickers in the jar

Next to my bed

I tell myself

I will keep those moments

Separate from

The real world

So that I can come back

And remember --

Then all of a sudden

I am twenty-three

Listening to the crickets chirp

Twiddling my thumbs

And forgetting what it felt like

To catch fireflies

And enjoy life