Let there be light Marie MacSweeney

Sky gravid with gulls. High stepping wind swallowing seas, spreading stolen waters oceans away

beside a naked rock where this structure rises, block upon block, wayward boulders sliding towards ocean floor

while above is made a plinth for reflectors, light, lenses, powerful rays guiding ships safely through storms

and we surely know that seas are seas, mean well yet need amelioration, a lighthouse on the horizon where hope is made

and endures.