Fireflies
      By JoHannah P. Green

Last night the lightning flashed,
cloud to cloud.
The sonorous voice followed;
an imperative
written in sizzling fire
and the explosion of air
from the chest of the Sky God.
Does he send
his orgasm of water
to drown the unwary
Earth Goddess,
(his lover/his nemesis),
and quench her lust
for his essence,
before he sends the sun
to steal it back?

Tonight, in my garden,
in gentler light,
I see the morse code,
of her reply
to his crackling ardor.
Tiny lights
flicker
on
and off,
on and off.
above the rose bush,
above the cabbages,
between the tomato plants and marigolds.

The sky lord pours forth
in flash and fury,
lightning, thunder, wind, and hail,
determined to subdue her.
She accepts all he gives,
takes it into herself,
and answers back
gently,
with a child's sweet chuckle,
"Marco!"
"Polo."
written in tiny lights
across her luxuriant bosom.