chicago

Looking out at the sprawl of twenty million left behind at dusk,
bent over the metal rail of the lofty lighthouse in a shadowed skyline
I watched the landscape smoulder in the blueness of the night.

Waters glowed in a full moon like the shivers of a firefly.

The city shone with defiance,
rebelling against the night.
Challenging the authority of the dark
Man made fire-
he
created light.

And, refusing to retire
into the shadows of the dark

I opened my arms and joined in the rebellion.