[fire]fly

 
in the dark room
a green flash up on the side of the wall
distracts my drowsed eyes
I wait and  
it flashes again,
and I wonder if it is a device or sensor
but I watch
and it moves slightly and  
flashes again.
the cabin feels small in the dark forest
the light rain drips down
drenching lightly and cool
the central heater comes on
I listen for Mr. Night, right outside my    
window
 
in the dark room
a green flash up on the side of the wall
distracts my drowsed eyes
I wait and
it flashes again,
and I wonder if it is a firefly or other insect
but I watch
and its round plastic body  
flashes again.
the hotel room leaks light
from the charcoal curtains
a faux moonlight glow
the large mirror is bisected
by the two-tones of the ceiling and wall
revealing a Mark Rothko
never before exhibited to the  
public