A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I had no idea what it was.
I saw it in the late hours of the night,
During those last moments of wakefulness
As I pulled the covers up for warmth and comfort.
I would move and it would spark in the black.
There and gone,
So fast I doubted if it was ever really there.
I thought I was going crazy,
I thought my eyes were failing me.
After a while, and no answer had come to mind
And it continued on,
I ignored it.
Until one night,
I was making it
As I brushed my hand or foot or sock across the sheets.
I felt quite dumb just then
That it took me so long to figure it out.