A lighthouse keeper,
he times Lake Superior’s
lights, keeps lenses turning
so skippers can tell
islands apart. Up high,
silent, he watches
lake birds, wave tips.
Many keepers prefer
the slap of water
against shore, seasons
like four strange voices
in trees. Storms can’t
quite cover the beam.
Vern makes light
the way farmers coax
earth into harvest.
originally appeared in Porcupine (2001)