heat lightning

a poem I wrote on a plane back to Tennessee

this plane flies me home under 
southern skies 
it’s hot here 
and i don’t just mean the air 
this plane flies me home under
skies of heat lightning 
like laestrygonian fireflies 
up there in a meteorological battle 
above us 
but it’s just hot here 
and when this plane flying me home lands
i will find regular fireflies 
in an ordinary battle 
of living 
in southern skies