The Sea in Storm

In the indefinite light of evening,
Signals flash from out along the bay,
Seemingly as distant as a waking dream,
And the long, low, face of the sea
Reaches for aye into the ebbing gleam,
As if this sea were time itself, and life,
And the waning sun their sheer uncertainty.

These beacons telegraph in short bursts,
Green, then red, then green again,
And are so emblematic of life itself to me,
The two colors dispersed in oncoming night
Communicate their lack of all conviction.
As if in life's storm they are uncertain,
And I, likewise, cannot find my way.

Brent Hightower
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