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LONG POINT LIGHTby Mark Doty
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Long Point's apparitional
this warm spring morning,
the strand a blur of sandy light,
and the square white
of the lighthouse--separated from us
by the bay's ultramarine
as if it were nowhere
we could ever go--gleams
like a tower's ghost, hazing
into the rinsed blue of March,
our last outpost in the huge
indetermination of sea.
It seems cheerful enough,
in the strengthening sunlight,
fixed point accompanying our walk
along the shore. Sometimes I think
it's the where-we-will-be,
only not yet, like some visible outcropping
of the afterlife. In the dark
its deeper invitations emerge:
green witness at night's end,
flickering margin of horizon,
marker of safety and limit.
But limitless, the way it calls us,
and where it seems to want us
to come. And so I invite it
into the poem, to speak,
and the lighthouse says:
Here is the world you asked for,
gorgeous and opportune,
here is nine o'clock, harbor-wide,
and a glinting code: promise and warning.
The morning's the size of heaven.
What will you do with it?
Mark Doty is a Guggenheim fellow. His 1993 collection, My Alexandria, won the National Book Critics Circle Award for poetry.
Copyright © 1994 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; December 1994; Long Point Light; Volume 274, No. 6; page 70.