Shadows From A Far Away Lighthouse

A Poem by Mario Ascueta Aguado

here he was then,
lying on a huge rock
in one corner of the rundown
stone-walled “farola”.

while his father watched
the sea borders,
he waited for the sun
to bid them farewell.

playful yet bored
he’d dipped his barefoot
on the lukewarm seawater
to feel that sensuous quiver
run through his nerve.

he’d shook his head a little
to enjoy the rhythm of his time
as salty water splashes and slaps and spats
its subtle fury towards the rock,
then against the tide.

but that was then,
for this little place unknown
soon became a city of well known.