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In Answer to My Family: At Forty-Seven, What Are You Looking For?

I long to live as
a lighthouse keeper ensconced

on the lip of this world

my needs complete
as lamp fuel, raincoat, flour.

I'll wake at ease with the infinite

blue, silver, and mottled gold;
in ocean storms rising;

awash in cool luminescence

claiming the light-
house life as my own.