The Lighthouse

By Maria A. Arana

along the rock cliff 
I walk
your lighthouse
lines with a fortress of trees
so green
you’d think they were painted 
over 
and over 
every year
the sky
so blue
hinting at a peace that won’t come
but
you don’t live here anymore
and these walks
wind accompanies
carrying salty breeze
past my face
rocks 
the only imperfection
left of a memory

Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, poet, and editor. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, The Gonzo Press, and fevers of the mind. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana or https://aranaeditingservices.com and https://www.booksbymaarana.com.