In the deep night

Strain to see the light

Looking for a sign of life

Looking to know I am not alone

I am aware this was programmed and decided long ago

But sometimes it seems you are speaking?

What is it that we are seeking?

They would come at different places.

Through the trees.

Like buzzing bees.

Fireflies.

Headlights.

Quick flashes in the dark night.

I would count them and wonder what you said.

You’re speaking a code I never understand.

I try and break it before I make land.

Is it a mayday? Your ship’s going down?

All I can make out is a long whining sound.

How I wish I knew you!

How I wish you’d known!

When it still mattered

Before I lost in the drown.

Instead we are having such strange conversations.

I of words and you of light.

As I sit peering into your dark of night.

Descriptive poem: At night there would sometimes be lights. They were so subtle at first that I thought they were an artifact of lowlight.