The Lighthouse (enhanced)
is an eyeball of bright, peering into the night like a
spar poking through stillness, seeking
wayward ships before they
encounter any shoreline surprise
and enter into permanent rest
perched high above a nauseous sea, clouds
furious in their masking
layer inside evening’s shuffle
and below water’s edge once again sharks are
foiled, casting about for other spoils.
In his night of rest the Keeper
allows tiredness to claim his thoughts of
lighthouse duties well done.
© Richard L. Provencher