Summer Thoughts

Anticipating.
The world is rippling pond
and fish underneath.
One cattail
in the breeze.
Fireflies
smelting the dark.
Moths,
anti-meteors refracted
in the foggy milk
of  morning light.
Chimney swifts,
in and out,
reverse smoke.
Anticipating.
Not yet.
Doesn’t feel like soon either
Until the spring peeper divas
sing.