Poem: Taking Flight

[sherlockian_syn]

I never liked insects
crawling on my skin.
The feeling left me jumpy,
jittery.
Chills running laps
up and down my spine.

One summer,
the moths came.

They hid everywhere.
On my windowsill.
In the air conditioner.
Burrowing into the screen door.
When a few of them flew in,
they raced around every light bulb,
never getting tired.

The sound of their wings
made my eyes twitch
all night.

One twilight, my best friend
and I played in my backyard.
Running in the cool grass,
dodging every moth in sight.
My friend stopped, looking up
at our tree.
Too big to climb.

I bet you all the moths live here.

One two three,
we kicked that tree,
and the moths fell upon us
like a warm summer rain.
Instead of being scared,
I felt the magic.