And this alone
When I was a child I wanted to be a lighthouse keeper.
When I was a child I wanted to be a shepherd.
Now I am a poet.
A light flashing across the sea of words;
ghosting the bloomers of the moon clouds;
thrashing the rocky coast of understanding.
Aloud now! I want to be!
I will be! I damn well will be!!
But I was not.
Turn out the light,