i remember when Answers appeared
in the form of fireflies
flickering under our noses
with a little chase and a glass jar
they were caught and held
close to heart
examined for flaws
though none were ever found
real and solid they floated
restlessly in the containers of our
own beings
asked nothing
just paced silently back and forth
but slowly
as years crept away on legs of innocence
the top of the jar loosened and the
fireflies took flight
one by one
whipping out into the darkening night
now Answers only appear
in the form of stars
miles away
burning in an unreachable ceiling
unattainable
over and over
mumbling my name
