5191. CAPE HATTERAS HAS ITS LIGHTHOUSE

CAPE HATTERAS 

HAS ITS LIGHTHOUSE

The seeming winner of the trilogy has come home to his 

Outer Banks Harbor, only to sit alone and watch. His wife is 
gone  -  a long-pilloried fleshpot anyway no matter. A staple 
on the sign of life, he sits forlorn and confused about this crazy

life on land. 'Crazy travelers all, and we're back together

again.' Then he adds, 'and it's a good thing too, for I was

way lost and far-off.' There are no more reasons than that

for a man to pine for this existence, even when he has it.

In the deep dark of early morning, just before the break

of the light, this time it is me looking up at the strangely

reddened sky. 'In morning take warning.' I still hear

that like a Saturday morning disaster bulletin breaking

into a cartoon-character show  -  'red sky at night,
sailor's delight; red sky in morning, sailors take warning.'