Light 🕯️ Dancing

the light fixtures are tightly fastened. they work in their own capacity: luminous, clear and transparent. the circuit breaker seems to be broken. time can only tell how long. the calendar has been ineffective and I stopped counting. the moths are on vacation and are circulating the old alleyway light post. unfazed, they all fall to a dizzy. Remembering who they were a short distance from their departure. A solemn bow I take. Futile is the attempt that mimics your hand. The circuits of Life are beyond me. I get a phone call from the department, "the light is back on." As a proper return I volunteer to dance in memory of my mothy friends.