Lighthouse Keeper
by Ken HarnischI left the light on, but now I must sleep.
Worrying when you come home will just keep
My heart in fear, but only that, and that
Is more than I can take these days. I sat
And watched HBO till four AM and still
The sound of a car door slamming to thrill
My fretful heart did not come, even then,
And so I drifted up the stairs again
To lay my head on the pillow, weeping;
The lighthouse keeper, who knows his keeping
Is in vain against your riotous ways (which I
Dont query except to wish they would fly).
But goes on shining his sane, sweeping light
While yours burns hotly, night after night
06/29/2003