Poem: The lightpost

Photo courtesy of Celso A. Torres Pirron / Unsplash

I sit and stare at the light post before me.

The once sleek steel is scratched,

The sheen is long gone

The sun having weathered and worn its color

Beyond repair.

The bulb is dulled,

Once shining on the sidewalk

Like a spotlight,

Now flickering, failingly florescent

Barely even showing

Cracks in the concrete.

The plastic cover is cracked,

The bugs confined inside

Fall and fly from within,

Finally free from many years of chasing

The light posts once bright light.

Though a gentleness still remains,

As the new spring leaves caress

This old lamp post,

Nature not caring how weak

Or weathered it may be.

The spiders have noticed

The gradual,

Yet natural,

Dishevelment of this light,

Having attached their long silky strands

From plastic to tree,

A uniquely opportunistic ability

Given by this light post

Directly in front of me.