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Long Point Light

 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?

Poem by Mark Doty
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