to be in the glow and one with it,
while you even know the cold and torment of days passed and yet to come,
for it survives,
this creation of God and man in such a place.
A slice of my home...
(I know the fellow who took this shot at daybreak about a week ago, of one of my favorite landmarks, this 120 year old light at Heceta Head. The verse came to me in a flash. And I never write verse.)
