Staring At The Flashlight
09/24 2021
Staring at the flashlight
Shining from the window across the street
I feed on its light and air
As the movies play on the wall before me:
There's of course the obvious:
Government secrets, and all of that.
But what use it to ask the question,
If I won't break the chain at last?
Then I go around looking
For a fuse in the ocean of the wooden box
As she smiles from the kitchen,
Tomato sauce simmering gently on the stove.
The night is so full of stars,
I can't deal with it so I light the torch up
And experience the entire world,
All 200 square foot of it.
Only as a beacon against the veil
Of chaos, the seeming enemy, and
The solutions that we hope our words become.
Like an arrow that beacon shines the night sky.
Maybe the light isn't something I see,
But only before and after,
And especially that which I pine for.
The brightest lights tell the saddest songs.