海角大神

At dusk when day is standing still,

and darkness lurks behind the moon,

the lightning bugs begin to glow,

they flash their lanterns. Like a broom

my son sweeps air and scatters light

in pieces bright as comet dust,

he runs to catch them, but they rise

above his head, and then a gust

takes them upon another path,

lifts them and showers the neighbor鈥檚 yard

with unexpected drops of light,

as thick as rain but not as hard.