I'll start by sharing a few quotes, and then a poem inspired by the quotes:
“We're going to call a firefly with your magic wand,” I went on. “You'll like fireflies, because they don't use sounds to find other fireflies. Only their lights. The way they flash on and off is code to talk to each other. So you don't have to talk, either. You can use light language.”
“Here are my fireflies, “ I said. “Well, they're not mine. They belong to summertime, but I know you liked them before. Maybe they're your friends, Piper.”
And now the poem:
To a Child of Summertime
Show me your light language,
speak to me with glow and flash.
Run with me through a thicket
until we are both breathless,
our speech prickly with brambles
Swim with me in these gin-tinted waters,
our legs pulsing promises:
Does the breeze still tease
your damp hair to whippoorwills?
I would catch you, hold you,
but not in a jar, no –
I carry you on my chest,
an ambush of freckles.
- Irene Latham