A Light in the Mirror

the salty air of the sea filling my lungs
setting me free
watching the sunset across the sparking water
the flutter of an albatross

the marble stone walkway to my father’s work
from the place i stay
cold breezes from the north whip my skin
swaying my hair back and forth

in the port town the men drink and dine
on roast and wine
far below my father’s beacon of light
laughing of worldly bothers

A shiplighter I call him
working through the night
so others may sail to safe harbor
and not break upon the rail