Traffic surges, you are swept along
in currents which feel inevitable
though they are not. Stop
at this junction, pull off the road.
Down the embankment, away
from false light, bloom
fields alive with fireflies
searching for each other, flashing
luminescent calls in the sweet grass
to hopeful lovers buzzing in the air above.
Stay in this place. Abandon your roads.
Follow where the path appears.
© 2014 Laura Levesque