Our yard light arches high overhead.
When man’s caffeine wears and he starts to digress and slow,
They all start to come alive when the sun sets below.
With a buzz or a hum, soft warm-up takes a little time,
Creeping up in brightness, soon their brilliant luminance is sublime.
Allowing the human-eye to see what lies hidden beneath,
Maybe a picturesque landscape or a heap of all you bequeath.
Walking, riding, driving is safer than a stumbling grope,
They provide the vulnerable nighttime traveler a glistening speck of hope.
On a desolate country road they are a flag of life calling up ahead,
A place for friendly laughter, steaming soup, hot cocoa, and a warm bed.
Sodium or mercury vapor, varying wavelengths of light,
Every mysterious passerby is glowing in plain luminous sight.
The deer mouse scurries across the immense openness to the coop,
As the great-horned owl, out of the blackness, makes his lethal swoop.
Or the vicious blizzard that builds engulfing drifts, with crystals shifting and curling,
Like nature’s villainous orchestra conductor, arms crazily whirling and swirling.
Relaxed in thought, peering outside from leather couch or window seat,
Wrapped in mom’s patchwork quilt and fuzzy slippers on your feet.
I count eleven yard lights twinkling from my garret window,
All at least an hour’s solitary walk across the midnight squeaky snow.
Our yard light is kept turned-off by a switch I had specifically installed,
So at anytime I can peer deep into the universe and be completely enthralled.
I wistfully desire to be a true member of the environment and all its intricate details,
Not an alien foreign to magnificent waterfalls, bur oaks or eastern cottontails.
As a nature guru and “of the land” I prefer to blend-in well,
Being comfortable in darkness is a great way to start, as far as I can tell.
But when it’s time to feed the mules and the pitchfork is hidden in the hay,
I flick the switch to the yard light and down shines its streaming ray.
It’s like a mini moon, of which I can control from new to full,
I’m torn between these two worlds, a simple light bulb takes its toll.
Just like Buridian’s donkey, I too have debates within,
Don’t dither or delay your time, just decide and you will win.