Mark Doty

Maryville, Tennessee
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Long Point Light

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Long Pont's apparitional
this warm spring morning,
the strand a blur of sandy light,


and the square white
of the lighthouse-separated from us
by the bay's ultramarine


as if it were nowhere
we could ever go-gleams
like a tower's ghost, hazing


into the rinsed blue of March,
our last outpost in the huge
indetermination of sea.


It seems cheerful enough,
in the strengthening sunlight,
fixed point accompanying our walk

along the shore. Sometimes I think
it's the where-we-will be,
only not yet, like some visible outcropping


of the afterlife. In the dark
its deeper invitations emerge:
green witness at night's end,


flickering margin of horizon,
marker of safety and limit.
but limitless, the way it calls us,

and where it seems to want us
to come, And so I invite it
into the poem, to speak,

and the lighthouse says:
Here is the world you asked for,
gorgeous and opportune,

here is nine o'clock, harbor-wide,
and a glinting code: promise and warning.
The morning's the size of heaven.

What will you do with it?
COMMENTS
Susan Williams 20 February 2016
Look at the novel use of words in this lovely poem- - Long Pont's apparitional in the huge indetermination of sea. like some visible outcropping of the afterlife The morning's the size of heaven.
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Edward Kofi Louis 20 February 2016
With hope and direction. Thanks for sharing.
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M Asim Nehal 20 February 2016
Inspiring poem with wonderful thoughts... flickering margin of horizon, marker of safety and limit. but limitless, the way it calls us,
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