The Lighthouse Keeper
The sea seldom shook anymore.
He could have sworn it had before,
though regardless, now the water only ever remained flat.
No waves.
No breaks.
A reflection so clear he could make out his own face in it, even atop the lighthouse.
He could not, in recent memory, recall ever having seen a passing ship.
Nor could he remember ever having left the island.
The bunker had food and water.
"Nothing else is needed," he told himself,
"for a man to survive."
But when the shores lay still and the night ever silent,
the lighthouse lit and the chores attended to,
His mind wandered.
To be free, to explore
To be brave and see new things
To be young again
To risk faliure
To live.
And when the sun rose he put out the flame
And he returned to his home
And for the day, at least,
He remained.
The sea seldom shook anymore.
He could have sworn it had before,
though regardless, now the water only ever remained flat.
No waves.
No breaks.
A reflection so clear he could make out his own face in it, even atop the lighthouse.
He could not, in recent memory, recall ever having seen a passing ship.
Nor could he remember ever having left the island.
The bunker had food and water.
"Nothing else is needed," he told himself,
"for a man to survive."
But when the shores lay still and the night ever silent,
the lighthouse lit and the chores attended to,
His mind wandered.
To be free, to explore
To be brave and see new things
To be young again
To risk faliure
To live.
And when the sun rose he put out the flame
And he returned to his home
And for the day, at least,
He remained.
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